With about 90 pages to go, I’m heading into the home stretch with the Jest. In a cruelly ironic twist (if you’ve read the book, you know why), I feel that I’ve grown somewhat addicted to this book and will need something along the lines of Jest-methadone to ease off back into other fiction. I believe I have found exactly what I am looking for–the myriad websites devoted to dissecting and analyzing every last of Jest’s 1,076 pages. Perfect.
Here’s a fun fact. Page-wise, by reading Infinite Jest I have read 1/3 (1076/3276) of Wallace’s 7-book oeuvre.