Where to start? How to end?
I decided to write this the morning of because I just couldn’t think of where to begin last night, and last night I was exhausted. I thought a fresh morning brain would fix things right up, so let’s see if that’s true.
It’s slightly weird that I feel an urge to say goodbye. Although I’ll still be around, I won’t be here blogging about IJ every week, reading each blog post in the morning, tweeting out the blog posts in the morning (or in the afternoon when I had forgotten), and trying to get a guest blogger for each Friday. Quite literally, my life revolved around this blog. I don’t want to say “this book” because it wasn’t just IJ. In fact, reading IJ this time around seemed almost “in the way” of reading everyone else’s blog posts and comments. I was more interested, at least this time around, to see what other people had to say about one of my favourite books. It was my 4th time reading IJ within my 20s and that’s a lot. I found returning to the book a bit exhausting this time around because I had read it 2 or 3 years ago. But what made me keep reading, and what made me see a lot that I never saw before, was reading with all of you. Continue reading “A Fond Farewell”
We did it. We’ve made it to the end. Maybe some of you are still a bit behind, but that’s okay. High fives for everyone. The thump of me closing the book was super satisfying this time around, and not only did I close it but I let it drop to the floor just let the whole house echo with this book being done. I didn’t throw it, no. I just let it fall. My book was barely holding together – I had endnote pages falling out left, right, and centre (which was actually convenient because I didn’t have to “turn to” the endnotes, I just had to pull out a page from the endnotes, sometimes keeping that page out and to my side for a quick glance)!
But I won’t be getting retrospective. At least not yet. Although today is technically the last day, I hope to have the guides post once more this week, reflecting on this past summer. And then I will post on Friday, wishing you all a fond farewell. Continue reading “High Five!”
Hi all, I’m filling in for Shazia, who couldn’t write a blog post of this week because life throws curveballs.
So this will be a short post, and will continue yesterday’s posts about ghosts, but not really ghosts. Rather I’m more interested this time around with the endnotes that endnote nothing. I’m talking about the ones where Pemulis is with “Postal Weight” and you find out about John Wayne losing his mind. And then in the next note that endnotes nothing, Pemulis is getting the boot while being told what Wayne had said. Continue reading “Stranger Things”
You know, Clare was right in her post on Friday: there needs to be more talk of ghosts. So since I was absent (a ghost!) last week, I’ll dive into those same pages when the ghost of JOI appears. This is one way of admitting that I have fallen far behind…but I plan on catching up this week (I’m starting teaching today, so these past couple of weeks have been hectic trying to write the diss and trying to plan my course, while also dealing with a dying computer).
All I could think about while reading the Gately and Wraith conversation was Roland Barthes’ concept of the “death of the author.” If you’re not familiar with it, let me botch the theory for you Continue reading “Ghost of an Author/Auteur”
Blog posts are unfamiliar territory for me; I’m never very comfortable writing into the ether, as it were. (Speaking of ether, can I just say how much I loved the discussions of ghosts and wraiths and the supernatural that have been taking place? This seems to me to be something weirdly overlooked in Wallace’s writing, from “John Billy” to The Pale King. There are ghosts everywhere! Let’s talk more about that!) With that auspicious start, I’m actually not here to talk ectoplasm or spectral speeches. I’m technically here to talk about gender in Jest, which is all kinds of interesting but also very complex for a blog post.
Bear with me. Continue reading “Clare Hayes-Brady: “As in quote ‘the man Himself’””
As I said in a comment in Allie’s post last week, I really feel like we’ve hit the turning point of the novel. I called the Gately vs. the Nucks scene as a kind of climax, but I’m not sure if climax is the right word. The novel takes on a different tone, things start moving, but also, I just enjoy some of these parts more.
I want to kinda springboard off of Allie’s post from last week, which focused on the “anhedonia and internal emptiness as hip and cool” (694) amongst U.S. millennials. Like Allie, I, too, am one who unabashedly loves things and am very confused at the idea of liking something ironically. Continue reading “Carved out of what?”
When I signed on to do this guest post for the blog about a month ago, I had no idea what I would write. When I talked to Phil about it last week, I had no idea what I would write. And when I sat down to write this, a few short hours before sending it to go up on the blog, I—well, I’m sure you can guess. In lieu of an argument, then, I’m going to provide a few observations on my reading of Infinite Jest over the past few weeks, and if a theme emerges, I promise it’ll be a surprise to me as much as anyone. Continue reading “Michael Hancock: A Few Observations”