© 2003 by David
Foster Wallace
So I pick up
this book on the subject of mathematical infinity from the library a month ago
intending to get to it one of these days.
At least crack it open and test drive a chapter. The cover looks kinda dry, and I’m not sure
the topic will sustain me over 305 pages.
But I remember borrowing the book once before and not even doing it the
justice of a perusal, so I figure, about two weeks ago, to give it a whirl.
What a whirl!
I read nearly a
hundred pages in the first two days.
This is a math book – well, a book about math – that is unlike any other
math book, er, book about math I’ve read.
To greater and
lesser degrees, it manages to be:
Hip without
being stupid
Geeky without
being Wolowitzian
Trivia-laden
without being trivial
Non-conformist
without being conformed to nonconformism
Interesting
without being shallow
Non-conventional
without being unreadable
Knowledgeable
without being self-important
Does any of that
make sense?
Maybe this does:
within ten minutes I was mercilessly hooked.
What have I learned? Not sure,
exactly, save that I would love to read more of this type of stuff. Does anyone else write this / write like
this?
However, it’s
not without a downside, and boy, it’s a big downside. Couple of them, actually. First, while I was able to follow the
philosophy and the math more or less for the first 200 pages, I’m completely at
a loss in the final haul. Wallace seems
to me to be leaping forward in bigger bounds than the average reader (assuming
I’m an average reader; dunno; Wallace seems unsure of his target audience,
though I’d guess I’d be somewhere in the vicinity of that bullseye) can keep
pace with. If we were holding hands
exploring infinity the first five chapters, now he’s let me go in a mad rush
forward to see where all this is leading, writing for himself, it seems, rather
than for me.
Also, while
researching the book itself, I came across some opinion that Wallace is
peddling – probably unknowingly – facts that aren’t quite a hundred percent
factual. As to that, I rely on the
authority of the claimants / complainants I’ve read; me, I’m lost and couldn’t
tell a true transfinite operation from a false one. I also note only one serious critique by
someone I’ve read.
See that list of
qualities I wrote above of the book having?
Re-read them please. Now, they’re
still true. And add on top of this the
most shocking fact I discovered two days ago.
Mr. Wallace, after years and years of struggling with depression and
medication for depression, committed suicide in 2008. I actually exclaimed “No!” aloud, loud enough
for my wife to cock an eyebrow at me and wonder what all the commotion was
about. Then all I thought about was what a waste and God rest his soul and poor
me, now I will never get a chance to read wherever else he intends to
investigate …
Grade: solid-A. Everything and More is something I will definitely purchase and re-read in the future.
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