Oh Infinite Jest. At its 1079 pages, including extensive (and mandatory) footnotes, it is by far the longest book I can discuss with any of my friends. In fact, I could theoretically discuss this book with no fewer than four of my friends, with a fifth soon to follow (Hi E! Don’t worry, no spoilers). And yet… and yet…
A pre-book review note: This is a long review of a non-fiction book about marriage and sex. It has absolutely nothing to do with photography and really very little to do with any of the things I normally blog about. For an overview of the 12 Books project and to see the other books I’ll be reviewing here (just one on average per month), check the subheader at the bottom of the post.
The major problem I had with this book is that it’s not quite what I thought it would be. The other problem is that it was written by a 25-year-old for 25-year-olds. Apparently I require a lot less navel-gazing than other people my age.