Title: Infinite Jest
Author: David Foster Wallace
Published: 1996 by Little, Brown and Company
Without a doubt this was the worst book that I've read in a long long time. I suppose "read" is a bit of a stretch since I couldn't get through more than 30 pages before my head was spinning. Was there even a plot? I scanned through the rest of the book and it seemed to be more of the same. I just didn't feel like I could put myself through that sort of torture so I abandoned ship.
Ostensibly it's a book about addiction, philosophy and comedy. I found none of the above, unless the addiction was that of the author who possibly was high as a kite while he wrote. One would thus also assume that the reviewers on the back of the book were sharing in the ganja. I can't find any basis for their glowing reviews.