Infinite
September 14th, 2008A. adj.
1. Having no limit or end (real or assignable); boundless, unlimited, endless; immeasurably great in extent, duration or other respect. Chiefly of God or His attributes; also of space, time, etc., in which it passes into the mathematical use.
“I read,” I say. “I study and read. I bet I’ve read everything you’ve read. Don’t think I haven’t. I consume libraries. I wear out spines and ROM-drives. I do things like get in a taxi and say, ‘The library, and step on it.’ My instincts concerning syntax and mechanics are better than your own, I can tell, with due respect.
“But it transcends the mechanics. I’m not a machine. I feel and believe.”
-Infinite Jest, David Foster Wallace
I have enjoyed David Foster Wallace’s books, his essays and interviews where I heard a voice not panicked or desperate in the storm surge that is American culture eating itself. His voice was accurate and original. I’m saddened by his suicide because he didn’t hang on long enough to pass a torch but left a boulder tottering on a peak and it is hurtling toward us with a noise and clatter from which we can only flee or be crushed. Or push back up.
LA Times obit here.
Those who knew him as Dave.
The Howling Fantods.



