I knew when I read “Consider the Lobster” that I had found a great American writer in David Foster Wallace. (I don’t know why it took me so long to find him, but that is another matter.) I am currently reading his book “Infinite Jest” which is roughly a thousand pages long with an additional one hundred pages of footnotes. As promised, the book, which required three hundred pages of dense reading before I finally clicked into his style and the plot, is an infinite jest. It was so funny that I found myself laughing out loud at parts of it which I haven’t done with a book for a very long time. He doesn’t spare you, however, as he mixes in some grisly stuff that brings you down quite hard. And then he takes you right back up again. It is extraordinary writing. I recommend it highly, but only if you can concentrate on it for more than half an hour at a go.