"And his younger and way more externally impressive brother Hal almost idealizes Mario, secretly. God-type issues aside, Mario is a (semi-) walking miracle, Hal believes. People who're somehow burned at birth, withered or ablated way past anything that might be fair, they either curl up in their fire or else they rise. Withered saurian homodontic. Mario floats, for Hal." (316)
I admit that Infinite Jest has me completely rapt. But when you read the above, can you really believe that I would have any other reaction? Just read it. DFW writes about brotherly love and drug addiction with the same poignancy, elan, and breathtaking honesty; in doing so, he articulates the paradoxical complexity and sameness of life at the turn of the millennium. A failed sublation; the promise of transcendence forever out of reach.