Oh snaps, last Tuesday was the 20th anniversary of the publication of Infinite Jest. And the Friday before that, D.T. Max had a quick retrospective of DFW’s fiction in the New Yorker. Good for him.
In other news, I’m so on track with the readings right now. Page 801! 82% of the way! Canelli, of course, has already finished it. And these losers are only on page 316. Hey, assholes: winter officially ends on March 22!