I'm 130 pages in. It isn't a difficult read, it's just some of the scenes appear perplexing. Like, did I need three pages of expository conversation depicting prep school tennis player archetypes interrupted by Arizona scenes of ex-Canadian spies conversing with transvestite American operatives? Not really? I mean, it's cool to say I read three pages of expository conversation depicting prep school tennis player archetypes (as discussed by jaded teenagers) interrupted by Arizona scenes of ex-Canadian spies conversing with transvestite American operatives, but only as cool as Wallace's white do-rag in his author photo. I get that, especially with the fart jokes in the scene, there's an absurdity here that's actually pretty funny, but it also reminds me of why I used to get hammered at poetry readings.
Hmm. I'm not sure what you mean by "need." The conversation in Arizona is certainly vital to any sort of plot the book may or may not have. And then I think it's important to understand how synonymous "tennis" and "life" are for
some of these kids. And also recall that he uses more than just names to make post-modern insinuations about his characters. I don't know how much you want to read into tennis styles though.
I don't see this as post modern at all, which is a general blanket term anyway. I like the narrative disruption and excessive and tangential language--very Bolano, whom I love--but whereas Bolano will go too far, Wallace doesn't seem to go far enough. It's really obvious he's very satisfied with what he's writing, or it comes across that way, and I personally couldn't give a damn about Wallace.
Like, there's a paragraph where he's going on and on about Tuscon and the Arizona landscape, with these purple sentences and this aside about feral hamsters. And he finishes it with "And the sky was violet" or something similarly brief. I get how that's self-depricating and humorous, but come on, get a move on already, you know?
Oh no you didn't.
Seriously, there is no need to say things like "I personally couldn't give a damn about Wallace." If this is to be an objective critique, please refrain from trying to make it personal in any way, shape, or form.
On that note, it would seem that his style doesn't appeal to you, apparently because maybe he is long-winded? Is that what you were getting at regarding the Landscape paragraph? I mean, I can understand thinking that the author goes on and on about atmospheric things long after you've been immersed in the scenery, but I never got that feeling with Wallace. He does sometimes go into prolonged descriptions of seemingly unimportant things (i.e. the Erdedy pre-pot binge bug scene) but the reasons behind something like that should be obvious. You're pacing. If this paragraph had to do with the conversation between Marathe and Steeply then maybe there is a reason. Maybe one of those characters is thinking something like "can we get a move on already?"