Dave Eggers Flips On David Foster Wallace

[Infinite Jest] is more about David Foster Wallace than anything else. It’s an extravagantly self-indulgent novel, and, page-by-page, it’s often difficult to navigate. Sentences run as long as 800 words. Paragraph breaks are rare. Aside from being incredibly verbose, Wallace has an exhausting penchant for jargon, nicknames and obscure references, particularly about things highly technical, medical or drug-related. … Besides frequently losing itself in superfluous and wildly tangential flights of lexical diarrhea, the book suffers under the sheer burden of its incredible length.