What I'm reading right now is my thesis director's novel: Lisa Maria's Guide For the Perplexed. Started this morning & have been engulfed & charmed. The wit is dry. There is wonderful subtext concerning the dynamics & importance of taste--a kind of Nabokovian exploration of poshlost in what is, nonetheless, very much light (in the best of ways) reading. Lisa Maria herself is a wonderful character. I'm looking forward to seeing what happens to her. The novel is a hoot.

Less of a hoot was Everything & More, which was closely read 1/3 of the way, then skimmed, then dropped: the book is actually rather good & worth the effort, I suppose, but I was not quite getting it & was spending buckets of time trying to grasp concepts, then moving on, then having to backtrack to get what I thought I had gotten, but had not.

Nonetheless: David Foster Wallace is a true talent and I love his prose, even the abstract math prose that I was not quite getting.