OK, I’ve broken the DFW barrier. A little Finite Jest, this. Good story; captures the not-nice self-righteousness of male/teenage/religious confusion over "the right thing to do." DFW doesn’t even include the girl’s view, of course; Lane Dean, Jr. is far too interested in his inner machinations, in figuring out what is happening inside him and putting images and words to it, to be concerned about the real issue at hand.
I can’t say based on this story that I’m convinced that DFW is the second coming, but neither am I closed to his work. What of DFW comes next? Where do I go from here? (Don’t even suggest Infinite Jest; now is not the time.)
