James A. Pearson, writing for The Morning News:
In Wallace’s book, a Canadian terrorist informant of foggy
allegiance asks an American undercover agent a form of the
question: “If Americans would choose to press play on the film
Infinite Jest, knowing it will kill them, doesn’t that mean they
are already dead inside, that they have chosen entertainment over
life?” Of course vanishingly few Americans would press play on a
film that was sure to end their lives. But there’s a truth in this
absurdity. Almost every American I know does trade large portions
of his life for entertainment, hour by weeknight hour, binge by
Saturday binge, Facebook check by Facebook check. I’m one of them.
In the course of writing this I’ve watched all 13 episodes of
House of Cards and who knows how many more West Wing episodes, and
I’ve spent any number of blurred hours falling down internet
rabbit holes. All instead of reading, or writing, or working, or
spending real time with people I love.