This summer I am going to read David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest. Maybe.
The summer of 2011 is going to be a difficult but rewarding one. First, my wife is expecting our second child at like almost any moment now. Also, we are in the process of selling our house and buying a new one, with an interval of homelessness (and a stay at the in-laws) in between. No question--adult life is stressful.
As long as the theme of the summer of 2011 is difficult-but-rewarding, why not tack Infinite Jest on top of that?
This isn't the first time I have tried to complete it. In the summer of 2004, at my older brother's insistence, I got into the story and made it to page 324 before running out of breath. I was enjoying the read, laughing along, but something came around and distracted me, and I never got back to it.
I'm 134 pages on my way back into the novel, and remembering the delight tinged with frustration that I experienced the first time round. In a few days I will have more to say about; in the meantime, wish me luck and offer advice.