I just finished this book. Has anyone else here read it? It was a crazy ride, but I wish it had a real ending rather than just stopping out of nowhere. All those pages talking about tennis and he couldn't bother finishing the story. What a hack.
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It was almost a good bit for DFW to build a whole myth around his opposition to pomo irony and then replicate the abrupt endings of Pynchon's old novels which were in fact the height of pomo irony. Was the real irony the friends we made along the way or whatever?