I have thirty pages to go in this book and have to say it's been disappointing throughout. You get the idea Wallace is lost. The book feels like it was stopped(abandoned) and started. Its continuity(or a lack of any other creative force)balky. As in e.g. all creative force has dried up far before the books end. Does literature as a whole benefit from Wallace's work? If the point is to confuse the reader he(Wallace) I would call a consummate jerk for his work Infinite Jest. I spent six very intense weeks of reading with my own notes, reading guide infinitejest.wallacewiki.com. The book is very funny. What you put in to comprehending all the characters and places and organizations and translations is part of the fun and frustration of the(his, Wallace's) work. Comprehending Wallace's biting-off-and-elaborating-more-than-one-might-intellectually-masticate with all the made up crap and inevitable misspelling's ubiquitous in the scrutiny of a surprising amount of novels I've read makes you think he was doing all this in way to simply amuse himself. Like Himself's Work and the point is that it's pointless and unnecessary for art to be understood even by the artist. Especially the audience or critics. He was human. Love him for his flaws. (The work) quite(largely) beautiful and quite(largely) damaged. Bravo, DFW!