My mind has just been officially blown.
I just finished the 1079 pages of Infinite Jest and turned to the internet to try to make sense of it. The ending most urgently, but really, of the mammoth experience of reading two months worth of David Foster Wallace’s mind-blowing mind.
And then I found this as an introduction to an essay on Infinite Jest:
Depression, when it’s clinical, is not a metaphor. It runs in families, and it’s known to respond to medication and to counseling. However truly you believe there’s a sickness to existence that can never be cured, if you’re depressed you will sooner or later surrender and say: I just don’t want to feel bad anymore. The shift from depressive realism to tragic realism, from being immobilized by darkness to being sustained by it, thus strangely seems to require believing in the possibility of a cure….
– Jonathan Franzen
How is there anyone who can say something even more core-kicking than DFW?