American writer Jonathan Franzen said in a recent interview that he likes to read stories to tell you things about himself, things he knows are true but had not yet been able to express. And that's why they feel much less alone reading a good book electronically connected to other people who react with a "like" your previous message. After reading this book I have to give any reason, Infinite Jest has been a compelling and absorbing read that has managed to provide companionship and comfort when he was a distinct lack of them.
The joke that says the title is a rather macabre joke, the innate cruelty of any relationship between human beings is based primarily on to hurt others, either actively or through sheer laziness, with malice or with an excess of kindness , not to provide the care they need or drown in an excess of attention. Suffer if we are related and suffer if we are alone, and all the means we use to mitigate that suffering (alcohol, drugs, entertainment, sports, hobbies) will end up losing their power and placing us in a hell worse than the one they tried to flee . All this tells David Foster Wallace without bitterness, without moralizing, without a shred of self-pity: things are as are for everyone, and there is nothing to do with it. The author talks about the worst human misery with distance and detachment of one who has lived all their own meats and has lost all hope of redemption is not pessimism, is resigned to the inevitable.
Finally I managed to finish the book before the book ends with me. But it was just barely.
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