In your best prose, write a short essay on Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace (RIP)

In your best prose, write a short essay on Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace (RIP)

Never read it
It sucks
Rare Dave

Is not that rare

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Stop posting that pepe.

>RIP
No, user. He is not resting in peace. He is burning in hell for his sins.

Haha ebin

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suicide being a sin you can't be forgiven for (since there is no time to be forgiven) is based on the idea that suicide is a choice

given what we now know about depression, it's extremely debatable whether DFW's suicide was a "choice"

You always have a choice :^)

>hell
>sins
haha

I wrote my EE over it and escapism but no way in hell I'm sharing it here

Book was disappointment, waste of time.

it bad

good book to smash flies with
heavy, large cover and SMOOTh so that you can easily wipe it off

i haven't killed a fly in years i always open the window and try to make them leave

Beta

it's a choice when you do it ironically.

I wish I could be a walking stick qt boy like young Dave

ive posted it like once

>he can't catch flies with his hand

what fi fuck why

The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.

He can't think, can't write, and has no discernible talent.

-Irwin Corey