The Broom of the System is the first novel by the American writer David Foster Wallace, published in 1987.
I still love the way Foster Wallace writes. Structurally and linguistically. I still fail to obsess or even take interest in any of the things he wants to obsess about. It's a major barrier to enjoying any of his novels.
Finite Jest. Jests need to be finite if we want to make to to the other side. I liked this better than the infinite which I finished not. Now I might go back to it because I believe the man has brilliance in him. But he also has a lot of other stuff. And the only reason this was finite was because a line was drawn in the (black) sand. It didn't need to stop where it did. You could argue that it needed not to stop, in fact. But why argue?
Best part: The story of the Thermos Woman (and the (as Rick Vigorous would say)) context.
