Where to start? How to end?
I decided to write this the morning of because I just couldn’t think of where to begin last night, and last night I was exhausted. I thought a fresh morning brain would fix things right up, so let’s see if that’s true.
It’s slightly weird that I feel an urge to say goodbye. Although I’ll still be around, I won’t be here blogging about IJ every week, reading each blog post in the morning, tweeting out the blog posts in the morning (or in the afternoon when I had forgotten), and trying to get a guest blogger for each Friday. Quite literally, my life revolved around this blog. I don’t want to say “this book” because it wasn’t just IJ. In fact, reading IJ this time around seemed almost “in the way” of reading everyone else’s blog posts and comments. I was more interested, at least this time around, to see what other people had to say about one of my favourite books. It was my 4th time reading IJ within my 20s and that’s a lot. I found returning to the book a bit exhausting this time around because I had read it 2 or 3 years ago. But what made me keep reading, and what made me see a lot that I never saw before, was reading with all of you. Continue reading “A Fond Farewell”
Hello, dear readers, and happy Thursday from me to you!
Why that particular Beatles gif, you ask?
Well, first off, I personally think it’s exquisite; everything from their outfits to their awkward faux-strip-tease dancing brings me immense joy every time I see it. Second of all (and slightly more on-topic), this rare footage is from one of the three promotional clips they filmed for their 1967 “Hello, Goodbye” music video – hence tying this gif in nicely with the title of this week’s blog post.
Which brings me to this: my last contribution to Infinite Summer. Continue reading “Hello, Goodbye”
This is the end. My only friend—The End.
Bingo bango! Cross another one off the bucket list.
And what a wild ride it has been, my friends.
We laughed, we cried, we loved it (well, some of us did, maybe) more than Cats.
Critic C.D paradoxically described it as being simultaneously “the best of times” AND “the worst of times”. Continue reading “It’s ok! I Don’t Mind…”
Jesters, wraiths, Hals, Gomperts et al. of the world!
We are at the end beginning! Doesn’t it feel great?
[I’m just going to get this out of the way first: Sorry I missed my post last week; my lover broke his collarbone and all hell was revealed in increments. (Thank you, Phil, guide of guides for filling in for me and writing a spooky post on Tuesday!)]
I am feeling quite a bit of dread writing this last post. I just want to have IJ friends always and forever and in steady supply and every day ok thanks v. much no punctuation needed no thx. Continue reading “The Wraith and Hal: A Possessive Sort of Love Beyond Language”
We did it. We’ve made it to the end. Maybe some of you are still a bit behind, but that’s okay. High fives for everyone. The thump of me closing the book was super satisfying this time around, and not only did I close it but I let it drop to the floor just let the whole house echo with this book being done. I didn’t throw it, no. I just let it fall. My book was barely holding together – I had endnote pages falling out left, right, and centre (which was actually convenient because I didn’t have to “turn to” the endnotes, I just had to pull out a page from the endnotes, sometimes keeping that page out and to my side for a quick glance)!
But I won’t be getting retrospective. At least not yet. Although today is technically the last day, I hope to have the guides post once more this week, reflecting on this past summer. And then I will post on Friday, wishing you all a fond farewell. Continue reading “High Five!”
Two years ago, in my last year of undergrad, I took an eighteenth-century novel course. Although it was taught by my favourite prof and I learned a lot over those three months, this class introduced me to books that I did not enjoy in the slightest like, for example, Robinson Crusoe (blech) and Gulliver’s Travels (double blech).
It was for this course, however, that I discovered my absolute least favourite novel of all time: The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne (or just Tristram Shandy for short). Continue reading “Hello, Darkness, My Old Friend”
I first read IJ in the summer of 2009 in graduate school, just about the same time Infinite Summer launched. I read IJ again the very next semester, and then once more in preparation to write my Master’s Thesis on it. Back then, I even wrote a guest post for the St. Rose English Blog with the same name as this one. So, the secret is out: I’m a one-trick pony. When it comes to campy titles anyway. Continue reading “Hi, my name is Danielle Ely and I have an Infinite Jest problem”
I have nothing particularly new to add this week. At this point (with one more week to go?!), I feel like my thoughts and ideas are becoming quite recursive (and maybe that’s part of the point), which is why it’s awfully swell to read what some of the other readers have to say (guest posters, Time, rob, Steve, nowaczyk, Allan, and the other guides, everybody!). It’s also been fun to explore the thoughts I never even knew I had until I foolishly attempted to write them down.
So, in preparation for the season finale next week, I’d just like to give a sincere thanks to everyone that contributed in some form or another. Continue reading “Infinite Records (The Soundtrack–A Listening Party)”
Hi all, I’m filling in for Shazia, who couldn’t write a blog post of this week because life throws curveballs.
So this will be a short post, and will continue yesterday’s posts about ghosts, but not really ghosts. Rather I’m more interested this time around with the endnotes that endnote nothing. I’m talking about the ones where Pemulis is with “Postal Weight” and you find out about John Wayne losing his mind. And then in the next note that endnotes nothing, Pemulis is getting the boot while being told what Wayne had said. Continue reading “Stranger Things”
You know, Clare was right in her post on Friday: there needs to be more talk of ghosts. So since I was absent (a ghost!) last week, I’ll dive into those same pages when the ghost of JOI appears. This is one way of admitting that I have fallen far behind…but I plan on catching up this week (I’m starting teaching today, so these past couple of weeks have been hectic trying to write the diss and trying to plan my course, while also dealing with a dying computer).
All I could think about while reading the Gately and Wraith conversation was Roland Barthes’ concept of the “death of the author.” If you’re not familiar with it, let me botch the theory for you Continue reading “Ghost of an Author/Auteur”