TITLE/CHARACTERS
Whenever I begin reading a book, I try to understand why the author chose the title of the book. Usually it's not until you're well into the book that you begin to figure out how the title fully relates to the material within. But I try to get a bit of a handle on it before then so it's at least at the back of my mind. It's nice when it's something like Infinite Jest because, right from the starter pistol, you know to keep an eye out for dead clowns, suicidal emo boys, drowned love interests, and incestuous hanky-panky! Those are all things in Shakespeare's Hamlet. If you're wondering why I mentioned them, the phrase Infinite Jest is taken from Hamlet's speech in the graveyard where he's contemplating skull fucking Yorick. Look, I read the comic book version of Hamlet drawn by Simon Bisley so I might have a misguided understanding of some of it.
Sorry to get your hopes up. There is no comic book version of Hamlet drawn by Simon Bisley. I love to make shit up and lie. It's the only way to hide really earnest and sincere truths about myself on the Internet. I can be as honest as I want when I've surrounded my inner truths with absolute bullshit. Good luck figuring out what's what!
I'm actually doing a re-read of Infinite Jest (which I just finished reading) so I can speak a little bit more as to why the book is called Infinite Jest without merely wild speculation. One of the "mainest" characters is Hal Incandenza, the son of James Incandenza. Hal takes on the role of Hamlet in a number of ways, like when the janitors call him Prince Hal, and being sad, and having a dead father who appears as a ghost, and digging up the skull of his father, James, and having a mother who seems to be in an incestuous relationship with her brother (referred to as her half-brother but almost certainly a step-brother). James Incandenza is both Hamlet's dead father's ghost but also, and more importantly, Yorick, the clown full of infinite jest (that's why Hal digs up his skull (which he doesn't actually do in the chronological telling of the book. It happens in the secret part of the book that I suspect exists but I need to find on the re-read). Hal's father sees his son disappearing into sadness and depression (this may be because Hal is doing that or it might be because James is delusional. We'll see which is more probable on the re-read!) and only wants to make him happy. His father works with light and energy (his last name is Incandenza for literary reasons!) and begins to make movies in an attempt to create the ultimate entertainment which can cheer up his son. Ultimately this entertainment probably destroys the world but that wasn't the point of it! The point was to make Hal happy. Also, just for transparency's sake, when I described what the actual entertainment depicted, called Infinite Jest by James in the book, to the Non-Certified Spouse, I was on the verge of tears. But we'll get to that!
Hal has a younger brother (almost certainly his half-brother whose parents are Hal's mom, Avril, and Hal's Uncle Charles Tavis, Avril's probable step and not half brother) named Mario who is almost certainly a representation of Horatio, Hamlet's school friend and basically the only character to survive the play. Mario has the best relationship with James Incandenza and acts as a sort of human camera lens, seeing things others cannot see, viewing things without judging, and needing a tripod to stand up straight.
The worst part about this book being named after a quote from Hamlet is that I need to re-read Hamlet now too! Good thing I still have David Bevington's The Complete Works of Shakespeare (4th Edition) which I've hauled around since college even though it's probably seven pounds. I don't mean I took it with me everywhere the way I almost always had a copy of Selected Writings of Gertrude Stein on me in my late 20s and 30s. I had that book on me so often that all of the contacts in that time of my life have their phones and addresses scrawled on the inside covers.
The book has a load of other characters but we'll get to them as they crop up. The other "mainest" characters are probably Don Gately, Joelle Van Dyne, and Orin Incandenza. Maybe throw in Remy Marathe and Hugh/Helen Steeply too. But that's it! Nobody else gets to be a "mainest" character! Not even Avril Incandenza and Michael Pemulis! I have to draw the line somewhere!
Plot
The plot doesn't really matter. If you think the plot matters, you're going to be fucking livid with the way the book "ends". Just out of your mind cataleptic. That's not the word I wanted to use but then I don't have the ghost of James Incandenza feeding me OED words directly into my brain. Ostensibly, though, the plot has to do with the people who orbit the creators and actors within the entertainment Infinite Jest and those in search of this video entertainment that fires the pleasures senses of the brain so hard that people die while watching and rewinding and watching it again. If they're taken away from the entertainment (once again, called Infinite Jest, filmed by James Incandenza), they supposedly become useless, having taken the greatest source of pleasure they've ever experienced away from them and being driven to continue that experience. I'd say more about that but I've forgotten how Remy Marathe put it, how a person's eyes looked after they've seen the entertainment and had it taken away from them. It's really important the way he describes it but I've forgotten! Stupid reader! I'm the worst!
The way David Foster Wallace writes the book is all explained in the filmography of James Incandenza, specifically his use of anti-confluential plots and his "joke" films of Found Dramas. To understand the plot, you just need to understand those two things. Anti-confluential plots are stories that run in parallel but never come into any real meaningful contact with each other. Now, you might be telling me to hold on at this point, and I get what you're about to say. Yes, everybody's plots in Infinite Jest intertwine with many other people's plots in Infinite Jest. But they do so in a way that bolsters one of the themes and doesn't help to explain the plot. As a reader, you very much want all of these disparate threads to come together to explain what the fuck is going on. But you do not get that. What you get is a sense of connection without any of the characters realizing this connection. Is it a kind of dramatic irony, I guess, where we, as the readers, see how the characters connect while the characters themselves remain blind to it? The Found Dramas are a joke where James Incandenza described the idea of picking a random name out of a phone book and then following an hour and a half of their life (or something. Again, my memory on the actual way it's stated in the book is vague) without their knowledge but then realizing that they don't even need to film these people's lives. In a sense, James' "found drama" exists without James having to record it in any way. This book is fecund with Found Drama.
Themes
I'm sure there are more and we'll be delving into them as we read but I figure three main themes really stand out: the inability to communicate with others, addiction/obsession/compulsion, and suicide.
1. Inability to Communicate with Others.
The book begins with Hal Incandenza trying to communicate to the Dean of a college he's attempting to get into but failing so miserably that they believe he's acting wildly and aggressively and they need to wrestle him to the floor and keep him pinned in the toilet while he calms down. Not long after that scene, readers see a young Hal speaking with his father in a terrible disguise as his father laments that Hal will not talk to him. While they're talking past each other. Various moments are given to how technology hampers the way in which we communicate. And, of course, Hal's father's attempt to communicate with his son which destroys (or will destroy) the world. Many, many more examples will be seen as we read, ending in Don Gateley's long-ass hospital stay where he's got a tube down his throat making him incapable of communicating with anybody at all (except, you know, for the ghost).
2. Addiction/Compulsion/Obsession.
If you think David Foster Wallace is simply talking about alcohol and narcotics, you've missed a driving theme of the novel. Wallace seems to believe that addiction, obsession, and compulsion are not just attributes that drive human behavior but are also what make our lives worth living. A well-repeated concept throughout the Alcoholics Anonymous sections of the book are how addicts coming into AA are just trading their Substance addiction for the addiction of AA's rules, community, and hokey sayings. Hal and the other teenagers at the Enfield Tennis Academy are obsessed with getting so good at tennis that they can become professionals and enter The Show. Someone's father (stupid memory!) becomes addicted to the television show M*A*S*H to the point that it basically kills him. James Incandenza is addicted to alcohol and tries AA but doesn't find meaning in it. What we see when people lose the thing that matters most in their life is that they either eventually go on to find a new addiction or they die, usually by their own hands. James sticks his head in a microwave after he promises to stop drinking. Remy Marathe, without his legs and ability to dodge trains, tries to wheel himself over a cliff multiple times and cannot do it, right up until he saves a woman from certain death on a highway, a woman who is barely functional, barely even alive, but he becomes obsessed with saving. She, in essence, becomes his AA God and reason for living. Joelle has radio and cocaine and AA and, eventually, Don Gately. Joelle's mother loses her beautiful daughter and her denial that her husband was fucking their daughter (in his case, just eye fucking and mentally fucking) and jams her arms down some garbage disposals. Wallace attempts to show that life is meaningless without the meaning we give it, and we must make that meaning intense, no matter what it is. And that intensity is absolutely a driving compulsion, a mind-altering obsession, and an addiction to keep on living.
3. Suicide.
To sleep, perchance to dream, you know? Oh that this too too sullied flesh would melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew, you know? Or that the Everlasting had not fixed his canon 'gainst self-slaughter! Oh God, God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world! You get me? It's fucking Hamlet, man!
So those are the things to look out for as we read! Oh! I almost forgot the most important thing to watch out for as we read! The story of what happens between the last chapter (November 20th, Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment) and the first chapter (November, Year of Glad (the year following the Year of the Depend Adult Undergarment)). I think that's the secret story within the main story. Why does Hal lose the ability to communicate? How come he cannot regulate his facial expressions? Or express his feelings coherently to others (the only real, earnest feelings he seems to express throughout the entire book!)? We know part of the story right from the start: at some point, Hal Incandenza meets Don Gateley (probably in Gately's hospital room as a bed is being prepared next to him and soon after, as described in this first chapter, Hal winds up in the hospital for psychiatric reasons) and they wind up in the Concavity digging up his father's grave with John "No Relation" Wayne standing nearby "in a mask" (presumably a gas mask). When this is first described in the first chapter, we do not know enough to mark the single sentence about Gately and Hal's father's skull. But after reading, we know that Hal's father was buried in a part of the country that becomes the Concavity, a cut-out of the map of America (the area given to Canada) that had become radioactive and unlivable and where all the trash is catapulted. We also know Hal's father was probably buried with the master copy of Infinite Jest. So this one sentence suggests that Hal, after meeting Gately, and presumably with help from Joelle, decide to acquire this master copy. Hal is obsessed with his father's movies and what his father was trying to say so if they acquired this copy, it is certain Hal watched it. Hal in the first chapter is only one of two spots in the book which uses a first person perspective (later, near the end of the book, we see the world from Hal's point of view too). We have places that describe how other people see the people who have viewed the Entertainment. Is this first chapter so we, the readers, can experience the mind of somebody who has watched The Entertainment, and how they are still in there, trying to cope? Maybe Hal just didn't go as crazy as others because the message was for him. But we also learn John "No Relation" Wayne didn't make this tournament which he was sure to win. I suspect he watched it as well and is insane?
Man, okay, enough with the speculation before we even get into it! There might not even be any more evidence for the secret story because didn't I basically just figure it all out from re-reading the first chapter of the book after finishing the book? Maybe! I am a genius, after all! I'd love to say that my mother told me I was but she thinks I'm kind of dumb. So I'll just have to take my 1st Grade teacher's word for it. Thanks, Mrs. Nelson! I always knew I was super smart!
*ADDITIONAL EDIT*
Oh man! I can't believe I forgot to mention this one silly thing that I wanted to mention in connection with Hal and Hamlet: they both exist within courts! Hamlet in the royal court and Hal on the tennis court. I don't know. I thought it was amusing and cool!
sweet hominy grits, you took one for the team, didn't you?
ReplyDeleteDFW's short stories in 'Brief Interviews With Hideous Men', that's the stuff i'm familiar with. the shorts are funny, the style's propulsive & witty & super 90s po-mo. then i plain skipped out to hang with william s. burroughs & don delillo & ishmael reed & kathy acker, thereby allowing myself to feel better about my lack of a complete formal education and consequent decision to pursue a career in comix
(this did not go well)
it wasn't until after DFW self-annihilated* that I checked my rearview and saw a couple books the size of tractor-trailer transfer trucks. when 'the pale king' dropped, i picked it up to read the first chapter and was like, shit, man, this might be better than cormac mccarthy. so i didn't read it because i didn't want to feel like i'd pissed away at least six months of my life** reading & re-reading & even researching 'blood meridian'
anyway, a lot of friends & acquaintances have done 'infinite jest', but these are the same people who have the patience for neal stephenson, and i'm still the guy whose principle accomplishments are 'the wind-up bird chronicle' and pretending i understand pynchon***
really looking forward to Let's Read Infinite Jest part 2!!! excelsior (or something)
signed,
laziest blog fan on the interwebs
* a term i prefer simply because he spent what appears to be a great deal of time & effort convincing himself to not die, annotating his own library of self-help texts. "self-annihilation" sounds like a serious effort, whereas "suicide" doesn't really seem to encompass the profundity of DFW's death drive. i mean, he read a fuck of a lot of self-help books. personally, faced with that much "self-help" i'd rather test-drive a noose
** cumulatively speaking. i usually read 'blood meridian' about once a year, which takes an average of 1-2 weeks each time, depending on my work schedule & whether i've had my skull fractured or lost the use of an eye recently
*** weed helps
Are you the person who said they enjoyed my Gravity's Rainbow commentary? I should get back to that too but I don't have infinite time! I have Delillo's Underworld in my stack to-be-read but I have yet to recover from re-reading White Noise at my age. Too fucking real, man.
DeleteI've never read Blood Meridian or The Road but I def need to. Too busy reading all the New 52 comic books for ten years or so! Man, talk about wasting one's life and big regrets!*
*not really. Maybe really? I don't know!
Infinite Jest is an experience. Really fucking enjoyable to just coast through. I'm not a big visual reader but I couldn't help visualizing most of the things Wallace was describing, half the time even before he was halfway through describing them because you could see exactly where he was going. One observant mfer, that dead guy.
Identity:
DeleteYeah, prob'ly. Kinda love that bedamned book. Some of the best time I ever spent waiting to be called to trial... Killed a whole "chapter" or whatever you call the walltexts between [] [] [] [] [] sprocket marks. That was my third reading. The first time, I literally threw the book out a third-story window, having concluded the super stoned meandering aside about lice and weevils living in the manger of the christ child and *completely* lost my patience. But I went down and picked it up and dusted it off. I've had a long healthy relationship with that fuckin' brick.
That said, would I trade one second of it for all the hours I've pored over Keith Giffen's 'Five Years Later" Legion? Or Neal Adams' entire Continuity project? Or Dave "weird penpal to have" Sim? I dunno. Trash can be quite edifying.
My relationship with words & images goes to the crib. I don't know that any of it has been wasted, necessarily? Even as I use the words. It's actually *implementing* what I've glearned & finding valid expression in my own work, feeling like any of it is worth a shit. That's a tussle.
I get the visualization thing. It took me a very looooooong time to develop the internal capacity for hearing "voices" when I read, instead of floundering to decode written syntax & interpret idiosyncratic style. Even though I'm a visual artist, I don't "pre-visualize" the way a lot of folks do. I have to make a fuck of a lot of lines when I sketch, then erode & degrade & erase the proportions of an image until I find the quote-unquote Right way the lines should lie. I dunno. It used to be intuitive, and now it's a process that's more obsessive-compulsive addition & subtraction until the image reveals itself to me. What the fuck, art?
DFW is magnificent at expression. Am getting the same essential stylistic high off Blake Butler's 'Nothing: A Portrait of Insomnia'-- the way he conveys the smeary dissociation of sleep deprivation is skin-crawingly vivid. I'll probably drop Butler after this. This is like my third BB in a row. I might pick up 'Pale King' again just for a giggle.
Two writers I have difficulty reading because they just write and describe things so damn well that it sends my mind into thinking about my own writing projects and I stop comprehending their work as I read are Vladimir Nabokov and H.P. Lovecraft. Seriously love Nabokov but his style is so damned perfect that I constantly get distracted with how inspiring it is. And Lovecraft is just a master of creating worlds larger and scarier than the words he puts down. If a Lovecraft story is too long, I reckon I've never finished it because I'm always forced to rush off and begin jotting notes in a notebook and never get back to the story.
DeleteI've had Blake Butler's "There Is No Year" on my shelf for seeming forever. I was meaning to read it to make fun of it based on a friend's assessment that it was awful but maybe now I should read approach it seriously? Well, no time, no time, for now. It's safe from my hyperbolic snarky self-indulgent shit!
Nabakov I've not done much of. I hit 'Despair' a couple years ago, because I did Fassbinder's insane adaptation, and it was... Well, I liked the movie much, much more than the book. Mainly because it's a deeply weird experience to watch if you *aren't* familiar with the plot. Like it's a story about delusional behavior & a man finding his false double, and the acting in the movie conveys a derangement that the book can't pass along to the reader. These are themes that fascinate me, as a queer. Nabakov came back on my radar a few years ago because I didn't know he had a gay brother, and you can see he's trying to comprehend / rationalize homosexuality... I can't say whether he does a Good Job, necessarily, but he gets points for making a sincere effort.
Delete(I still haven't finished 'Pale Fire'. Because I am fickle.)
Lovecraft was a taste I inherited early, from my mom. I don't re-visit him much anymore. Moore's 'Providence' may have burned out my Lovecraft lobe. Like I think there's a stereotype of HPL's thing as being overcooked, and Moore for sure makes some gumbo from the man's mythos... But my Lovecraft, the guy that got my attention, is the one who writes about dreams & dream-states. That stuff's the business, and his visual / descriptive flourishes evoke the fungibility of dreamstates rilly well.
re: Blake Butler-- my fave is 'Scorch Atlas'. I found that one in a little free library, and it's an absolutely gorgeous physical object in addition to being a tasty woodpile of weird short fiction. I like the care with which Butler sculpts some of his books-- the fonts, formatting, design. He's got a real Danielewski thing going on, with his more experimental stuff.
My reading pile has 'Alice Knott' (the first edition of 'Void Corporation') lower down. I've read a couple chapters of that already, and he nails the befogged p.o.v. of dementia as well as he does sleep dep.