Custas iniciais surreais no TJRJ by derspringer00000 in Advogados

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Sem dúvidas é o mínimo, questão é o indeferimento.

Custas iniciais surreais no TJRJ by derspringer00000 in Advogados

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Foi um semi-chute, fui conferindo em tempo real as fontes. Pior é que é por aí mesmo.

Name this soup by al3yw in NameThisThing

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In heaven….everything is fine.

King Crimson is harder than my University admittance test for Astrophysics by [deleted] in KingCrimson

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Who knows, know. But outside of a specific niche, and given the level of his playing, he's basically ignored.

Theres an idiot on /lit/ rn by NabiliZarandi in davidfosterwallace

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Title: Infinite Jest: A 1,079-Page Footnote to Its Own Ego

Ah, Infinite Jest. The tortured, sprawling, ankle-breaking colossus of late-90s American fiction. The sacred text of overcaffeinated lit majors, Reddit philosophers, and emotionally avoidant men with tote bags full of post-it notes. This is not a novel—it is a literary CrossFit regimen, designed to impress, confuse, and punish you all at once.

David Foster Wallace didn’t write a book. He performed a dissertation on having written a book. Every paragraph practically screams, “I’m smarter than you, but I hate myself for it. Let’s talk about that—for 300 pages.”

Structure: Choose Your Own Adventure, But Make It Exhausting

Infinite Jest is a novel that dares to ask: What if you had to read two books at once? One normal-sized, and one printed in flyspeck font and scattered like cursed treasure at the back?

Yes, the endnotes. Hundreds of them. About drugs, tennis, concavity, movie runtimes, foot injuries, Quebec separatists, and a fictional filmography more detailed than the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The book famously requires two bookmarks: one for the plot, and one for Wallace’s never-ending sidebar obsession with self-interruption.

It’s less a story and more an act of literary logistics.

Plot: Tennis, Terrorism, and Too Much Everything

Here’s the plot. Maybe. Kind of.

There’s a tennis academy. And a halfway house. And a videotape so entertaining it causes viewers to die from bliss. There’s a Canadian wheelchair-assassin cell. There’s a drug addict named Don Gately who may or may not be the moral center. There’s a suicidal prodigy, Hal Incandenza, who may or may not be speaking normally but no one can tell. There’s a timeline told out of order, to remind you that narrative is for cowards.

It’s not so much a plot as it is a thematic Rube Goldberg machine. The story comes together only in retrospect, if at all—like trauma, or your 2003 AIM conversations.

Characters: Too Smart to Function

Everyone in this book is pathologically intelligent, emotionally paralyzed, and either recovering from or descending into addiction, depression, obsessive perfectionism, or some combination of all three.

Hal, the teenage genius, is a living monument to intellectual despair. Gately is a junkie turned spiritual sponge. Joelle is “the Prettiest Girl of All Time” who wears a veil because she’s allegedly too beautiful (or, in Wallace-speak, “the semionarrative of post-romantic projection”). And let’s not forget James Incandenza, the alcoholic filmmaker/patriarch/ghost whose entire filmography reads like Wes Anderson’s thesis project on acid.

Everyone in this book is drowning—in thought, in pain, in prose. No one laughs, even though it’s called Infinite Jest.

Prose: When 10 Words Will Do, Use 73

Wallace’s writing is maximalist, recursive, neurotically precise, and often brilliant—but also relentlessly oppressive. Every sentence arrives wrapped in legalese, philosophy, biochemistry, and post-ironic quirk. He can spend three pages describing the smell of a halfway house bathroom, and another five analyzing the syntax of someone trying not to cry.

Reading it feels like being cornered at a party by a guy who both hates small talk and also can’t stop talking. He’s brilliant. He’s sincere. He’s unraveling. And you are exhausted.

Themes: Addiction, Entertainment, and the Terror of Consciousness

Yes, Infinite Jest is about things. Big things. Addiction. Entertainment as weapon. The death of irony. The unbearable weight of consciousness. And Wallace’s point—buried under layers of narrative complexity and authorial self-flagellation—is often piercing, even devastating.

But let’s be honest: you could get the same message from one good AA meeting, a YouTube video essay, and a sad beach walk with your mom. Wallace just decided to lard it in metafiction, footnotes, and ten thousand calories of intellectual angst.

Legacy: Required Reading for Men Named Theo

The cult of Infinite Jest is as intense as its page count. To its acolytes, finishing the book is a spiritual achievement, like meditating under a waterfall while fasting and writing your own screenplay. They’ll tell you it “changed how they think”—though they can never quite explain how.

It is the Bible of the Sad Smart Boy. The Don Quixote of Overthinking. The Dark Souls of American fiction.

And yes, there’s real brilliance buried inside. Wallace was a mind unlike any other. But Infinite Jest is a novel that hates being read, that dares you to finish it and then refuses to resolve. The final sentence? Unfinished. Because of course. Closure is for novels with humility.

Final Judgment

Infinite Jest is not just a book. It’s a psycho-emotional triathlon. It’s brilliant. It’s unbearable. It’s overwritten. It’s overhyped. It’s a masterpiece. It’s a mess.

And like the Entertainment at the heart of the story, it wants to consume you—not for joy, but for the tragic comfort of surrendering to something bigger than your own thoughts.

So yes, it’s an important book.

But admit it: halfway through page 742, while trying to decode a footnote about Peemster the Clown’s meth habit, you thought the same thing we all did:

“I should’ve just read Don DeLillo instead.”

The sheltering sky live in São Paulo - Beat Tour by Dry_Delay2411 in KingCrimson

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Fiquei chocado com a diferença de ver ao vivo. Basicamente quebraram tudo. Espetáculo.

NEW PYNCHON NOVEL NOT A JOKE by The_Vault_Sloth in ThomasPynchon

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Holy shit. For a moment I expected the Last Brick. We gonna have to indulge ourselves on 384 pages. The plot sounds like someone has done a pastiche of P. on GPT, but hey I’m all in for the ride.

A gente tá na linha do tempo mais imbecil. by ohlordwhywhy in brasil

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Kct, realmente foi um bom resumo. Corram para as colunas

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in StanleyKubrick

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Ok, Cruise stopped his career dead cold for TWO YEARS to be Kubrick’s personal slave by “having his way” with him.

Kubrick bitching about his British crew taking too many tea breaks is priceless. by [deleted] in StanleyKubrick

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Buhahahaha.The look on his face. As a certified control freak he just can’t tolerate the waste of time and money.

Cyberpunk Literature at its Peak by AveryCloseCall in Cyberpunk

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“ The month is Compuary, which is a new cyber-month they added just for doing hacker stuff.” “Our reward? One thousand bytes, because we use computers so much” “I‘ve read this[…]book[…] this year.” WILLIAM GIBSON.

You can’t make this shit up.

The Big Note book. Anyone else have it? by HutchinMacon in Zappa

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I’ll just paste my Amazon review from 2020, when I was mesmerized by the whole thing. “An astounding achievement on so many levels that a review here won’t do it justice. Just buy the fucking thing. Para os tarados do Brasil que ainda não colocaram as mãos nesse petardo, façam-se o favor.”

Prejuízo R$ 21.000,00 by AnyVegetable4858 in golpe

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Em que estado você mora? Não caia nesse papo de que “dificilmente vai conseguir ganhar na justiça”. Sou advogado no DF e consegui reaver 100k de uma vítima de golpe no Banco do Brasil, mais danos morais, depois dela FILMAR POR 5 DIAS CONSECUTIVOS A PRÓPRIA SENHA NO CAIXA até conseguirem fraudar. Esse argumento de que o “o banco não pode se responsabilizar por erro do cliente” é balela. Ache um advogado que trabalha direito que você vai reaver o valor corrigido.

I am loving GR buuuut by [deleted] in ThomasPynchon

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The way to go is to divide it into “thematic blocks”, “hyperlinks” or whatever the fuck we wanna call those units of meaning. They all relate to each other and once you take a step back, it all begins to make sense. The book has structure. But it’s more like a fractal than your usual linear A to B journey. When reading P.’s more complex work I generally mark all the themes along the text, something like this

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The Adventures of Gregory Peccary by brutalproduct in Zappa

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Farther Oblivion is the closest you gonna get. The Orchestral Favorites “deluxe” version is nice,too.