What you guys are saying about needing to stop for a while after the Poor Tony section is, I realize, something that is kind of happening to me with most of the long sections now that the book is really up and running: You reach these really affecting climaxes of being either emotionally or aesthetically blown away, and it feels appropriate to set the book down and just live with the experience for a while -- almost feels wrong not to. And this is precisely the opposite of what a successful (from both the writer's and the reader's perspective) novel usually is expected to acheive, which would be the page-turning "I can't put this down" "what happens next?" experience.
And I think it is quite likely a reaction that DFW would consider a succesful trick to have pulled off. For one thing, his coyness with revealing key plot elements contributes to this: you get trained by the first few (hundred) pages NOT to expect that turning to the next chapter will give you the answer to any burning mystery that might have been raised about what happened in the past between two characters like Orin and Joelle or who is behind the apparant plot to distribute the "Entertainment," so you lose the instinct to turn the next page simply to keep up the momentum or find out the next immediate answer "after the commercial break" as it were. Of course, generations of "serious" -- and, especially, "literary" writers and/or the teachers and critics who introduced them to us, have hailed the need for and rewards of slow, careful reading and re-reading. What Wallace seems to have pulled off is a strategy that oddly encourages something like this, not as a chore, as something we "should" be doing, but as a pleasure, something we learn to enjoy doing with his writing. I'll bet that some people (and some of you?) have a much easier time finding this sort of pleasure naturally in some highly "literary" texts, and I've certainly had (albeit much more rarely and accidentally) this experience on occassion in other books I've read.
Another way of approaching this: If, as I did, you came to IJ via his short fiction or his non-fiction, you are probably familiar with his flair for these marvelous sort of apotheoses that rise out of sort of mundane starting points.* But it is a whole other thing entirely to figure out how to embed this experience in a longer narrative in a way that makes you both want to stop for a while and also come back to the book again.
* "derivative sport in tornado alley," which is his nonfiction piece about growing up playing tennis in the midwest is both a perfect example and a nicely relevant one. It was in Harper's originally, and is collected in "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again."**
** ...and shouldn't a posting board for IJ involve an easy way to format endnotes in your post? just sayin'...
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