good lord i finally did it. back in march i took on the task of reading this mammoth post-modern book called Infinite Jest, and i finally finished it this morning. good god what a crazy book. but like most things post-modern, it was composed of a million little vignettes that showed an aspect of the human condition, with a “plot” to string them all together. it was good, but i more remember individual stories throughout the book than anything else. david foster wallace is a good writer to be sure, but i don’t want to attempt any book of that magnitude for awhile. on the plus side, i know that since i finished this book, i don’t think any book from now on will be a problem.