I read the entirety of Infinite Jest this summer for the first time. It was quite the experience and it pulled me in immediately. There’s some absurdly brutal shit that happens within this book. Like that crazy ass Clipperton kid who holds a gun to his head with his right hand while playing tennis with his left, and that if he loses a match, he’d blow his brains out. And that one he does blow his brains out it’s in front of Himself and Mario. Hal Incadenza was my favorite character and the arc between him and his father was admirable, along with the point of The Entertainment. After I read this book I went onto read “Amusing Ourselves to Death” by Neil Postman which was fitting when it comes to Entertainment. After that I read “Ulysses” by James Joyce and since novel I’ve read some smaller works along with Don Quixote, which I plan to read “Gravity’s Rainbow” by Thomas Pynchon. I think when it comes to reading these books people think way too much about it when in reality all you need to do is read the fucking thing and let it happen to you.

TLDR; just enjoy the works for what they are, just read them, they’re meant to be read. And if you’re lucky you’d learn in an AA meeting & life in general, “that no matter how smart you thought you were, you are actually way less smart than that.”