I love a good mystery. Well, to be honest I love secrets, gossip and eavesdropping on others’ conversations. If I think you are keeping something from me, I make it my mission to find it out. As an adult these are not good qualities and are probably a sign that my own life is pretty dull. As a reader of Infinite Jest, these bad habits really came in handy. The text is dense with hidden connections between characters, explicit and subtle. You have to read very closely and remember little details that pay off hundreds of pages later. It raises dozens of questions as it is being read, and only answers half of them. By the end of the novel, I began to realize that David Foster Wallace is not attempting to firmly answer anything. He is merely posing questions and using the text to work out an understanding for himself and the reader.
“Are we not all of us fanatics? Choose your temple of fanaticism with great care.”
Marathe poses this question to Steeply on page 107 and it speaks to one of the larger themes of the novel. Every major character is fanatical about something. It could be tennis, sex, film, or sobriety. While following their passion, they are also trying to make sense of it. Many of my best reading experiences have been those that force/allow me to look at my life in a new way. The author is able to put into words what I have been struggling to understand. Perhaps I interpret the text to imagine a connection to my own experience. I struggled with this question. What, in fact, was my own temple of fanaticism? What if I don’t have one? Am I lacking something?
“Make amusement all you wish. But choose with care. You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.” – pg. 107
What would I die for without thinking twice about it? The characters in the novel have so much to care about; there lives seem so full and rich. Even the folks in the Ennet House have such compelling histories and inner lives. As a writer, I have often thought that my soft upper-middle-class-suburban-white upbringing may have deprived me of a certain edge. It is a mistake to believe that you must suffer for your art, but you have to admit there are some famous examples to the contrary. I have never been to rehab or prison or a mental institution of any kind. The content of the novel lead me to consider David Foster Wallace’s own history and how much of his life informs his work.
There are characters that exist outside the tragic and traumatic circumstances of the others. Teddy Schacht was of great interest to me throughout the novel. He is an extremely well-adjusted teenager. He has decided due to illness and injury to forsake the dream of tennis stardom and instead pursue a realistic goal of dentistry. Now he plays for the sport of it, not the competition. Hal describes him as being nicer now than he was before the injury. He could easily have turned to drugs at the loss of his potential, but he didn’t. His strong mental state is proved by his closeness to Schtitt. I am so envious of him. As a teenager I suffered from anxiety and depression and could barely speak to my classmates. Even now, I am far away from the kind of emotional maturity that Schacht exhibits. If Hal had followed Schacht’s example might his circumstances have changed? Is there anything or anyone that can reverse the psychotic depression described in the novel?
“It is a level of psychic pain…It is a sense of radical and thoroughgoing evil…It is a nausea of the cells and soul.
It is also lonely on a level that cannot be conveyed.” – 695-696
As a reader I have found very few books that are able to accurately describe the feeling of depression beyond the usual clichés. In the memoir genre there are some, I found Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel particularly honest, but in fiction they are rare. This is why I found David Foster Wallace’s words so frighteningly accurate and impressive. He seems to have a deep understanding of sadness, depression, and anhedonia. As a writer I have never been able to put my own experience with the disease into proper language. Hal struggles to contain something within himself that is out of his control. There is no cure and untreated there is really only one conclusion. Hal’s experiences pulled me in as they were so different, but so similar to my own. I understood his pain if that makes any sense and rooted for him to improve. This is why when others called his behavior a breakthrough I saw a breaking down.
There is no way to be sure. The novel ends without giving the reader a definite answer for his behavior at the beginning. I am not giving up. I am convinced that the explanation is in there somewhere. Perhaps there are more clues in the endnotes, or in a flashback. Unfortunately even I find an answer I can accept it may just be one of many possible solutions. As David Foster Wallace was sure to know, in math it is not finding the correct answer that matters. It is more important that you show your work.