of his work is challenging, his tone, in whatever form he's exploring, is
rigorously unpretentious. A Wallace reader gets the impression of being in a
room with a very talkative and brilliant uncle or cousin who, just when he's
about to push it too far, to try our patience with too much detail, has the
good sense to throw in a good lowbrow joke. Wallace, like many other
writers who could be otherwise considered too smart for their own good —
Bellow comes to mind — is, like Bellow, always aware of the reader, of the
idea that books are essentially meant to entertain, and so almost unerringly
balances his prose to suit. This had been Wallace's hallmark for years before
this book, of course. He was already known as a very smart and challenging
and funny and preter-naturally gifted writer when Infinite Jest was released
in 1996, and thereafter his reputation included all the adjectives mentioned
just now, and also this one: Holy shit.
No, that isn't an adjective in the strictest sense. But you get the idea. The
book is 1,079 pages long and there is not one lazy sentence. The book is
drum-tight and relentlessly smart, and though it does not wear its heart on
its sleeve, it's deeply felt and incredibly moving. That it was written in three
years by a writer under thirty-five is very painful to think about. So let's not
think about that. The point is that it's for all these reasons — acclaimed,
daunting, not-lazy, drum-tight, very funny (we didn't mention that yet but
yes) — that you picked up this book. Now the question is this: Will you
actually read it?
In commissioning this foreword, the publisher wanted a very brief and
breezy essay that might convince a new reader of Infinite Jest that the book
is approachable, effortless even — a barrel of monkeys' worth of fun to
read. Well. It's easy to agree with the former, more difficult to advocate the
latter. The book is approachable, yes, because it doesn't include complex
scientific or historical content, nor does it require any particular expertise or
erudition. As verbose as it is, and as long as it is, it never wants to punish
you for some knowledge you lack, nor does it want to send you to the
dictionary every few pages. And yet, while it uses a familiar enough
vocabulary, make no mistake that Infinite Jest is something other. That is, it
bears little resemblance to anything before it, and comparisons to anything
since are desperate and hollow. It appeared in 1996, sui generis, very
different from virtually anything before it. It defied categorization and
thwarted efforts to take it apart and explain it.