Counter-Currents
David Foster Wallace & the Christianity of Filling in Forms
Part 2
Frank Lyons
3,429 words 
The reason I believe that Infinite Jest is David Foster Wallace’s masterpiece is that it takes for granted that there is no real reason for him, or really anyone to embrace the mundane horrors of modern life— unless (and he isn’t), you’re willing to defend the transcendent ideal of your people, which if you’re me, or you’re someone like Wallace today, equals the white race.
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2 comments
“Have you ever gone so wild over a chick that you’ve been left with an unimaginably bountiful residue of love that you fucking applied it to a cartoon character and left it at that?”
I mean Jessica Rabbit gave me a hard on once, but this fixation with cartoon characters is hard to relate to. Why do cartoons need to be involved at all? Just seems like an overly sentimental way for guys to make fake girls do what they want because the real ones won’t. What am I missing?
Eric Clipperton must’ve been a name I missed from Enfield. There’s Michael Pemulis, Hal, John ‘no relation’ Wayne, Ortho ‘the darkness’ Stice, Charles Tavis…all the old names are coming back. The infamous cartridge’s effects on the viewer’s psyche seems comparable, with suicidal pleasure substituted by extremely violent rage, to Le Fin Absolue Du Monde in John Carpenter’s Cigarette Burns for the Masters of Horror series featuring a younger, not-yet-famous Norman Reedus. Thanks for the article.
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