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Infinite Jest, my thoughts
Just last week, I finished reading David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest. Infinite Jest is a book whose reputation preceded it, at least for me. As year 11 double major English students, my teacher, Mr. Bibbens, assigned us the novel to study for a whole semester, under the expectation that we didn’t have to finish it. This is an…
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Literature, Australian football, Rugby, Cricket. Written on Ngunnawal country. Follow on twitter @qbynrob
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A thug’s game played by … thugs?
For the first time in rugby history national teams are, to the man, players who first took to a rugby field knowing there might be one day a chance of competing for money – now the effect this had on their psyche is playing out on the field.
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A love-hate letter to David Foster Wallace
“You, not something like you, but you, are one of the voices inside my head, and having read you so young, I don’t know whether it’s mine or yours. But you know what, David? I don’t like that voice very much. It’s usually more trouble than it’s worth. You aren’t one of the good voices.”
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May the days be aimless
There is a rhythm in this novel. Not a rhythm to its prose, that’s an analogy you’ve probably heard a lot, but to the entire piece of work. Beneath every piece of music lies a beat. Not the beat played by the instruments, I mean beneath even that. Beneath the beat is the original beat.…
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