Even at its 1079-page length, Infinite Jest seems to extend indefinitely off the page in all directions. The book's contours can contain only a piece of the sprawling universe Wallace seems to have created for it, its bindings like an empty picture frame held at arm's length against distant mountains. 
 This is one of those books that will be with me for a long time, gnawing in the back of my thoughts, just like its eponymous, viewer-trapping Entertainment. 
 Note to self: this. (Thanks Karen)