Status Updates From La broma infinita

“Inner infant” (I.I.) section… What. The. Hell.

You’ll notice I’ve only made it 12 pages since my last progress update. That is because I got waylaid by a 15-page endnote that had multiple sub-endnotes bc DFW is a sick bastard. Just wanted to share.

I love how he hates Amway

Fucking agonizing but one day I’ll finally finish this book and that day will come sooner than it ever has thanks to the Infinite Cast podcast. The amount of character detail is insane but I’m staying for Kate Gompert and that one dude who holed himself up in his apartment waiting for his weed for the woman who said she would come…

. . . of good old U.S.N. anchors, and in Irish Boston sooty green shamrocks, and several little frozen tableaux of little khaki figures in G.I. helmets plunging bayonets into the stomachs of hideous urine-yellow buck toothed Oriental caricatures, and screaming eagles with their claws faded blunt, and SEMPER FI, all autolyzed to the point where the tattoos look like they’re just under the surface of a murky-type pond.