Remember when David Foster Wallace spent almost a thousand pages describing a Sierpinski triangle of characters seeking an infinitely entertaining film? A film called Infinite Jest. No one in the book ever discovers what makes the film so lethally entertaining.
And it doesn’t matter. As a reader, IJ is not about arriving at a neat plot resolution. It’s about the characters you meet along the way. It’s about the 388 endnotes that weave a complex web of relationships. And the resulting conversations attempting to make sense of the novel.
If our journey is anything like Infinite Jest, we’ll never find what we’re seeking. But that’s not the point, of the novel or our pilgrimage. The point is the search. The pages before. The means of getting there. Infinite Juice is a story of that journey.