Everything Proved to Be Too Much

If you’ve taken a gander at my reading list during the past few months, you’ll know that I’ve been reading David Foster Wallace’s Everything and More: A Compact History of Infinity for quite some time. If you’ve stopped by in the last few days, you’ll have noticed that, though this book has been removed from the “Currently” section of my reading list, it never did make it to the “Recently” section.

Where did it go? I reserve “Recently” for books that I actually finish. I’m a little ashamed to admit that I did not finish this book by one of my favorite authors. Though I’m interested in math as an abstract system, and though I thought my intellectual curiosity would be enough to get me through a book that was supposedly written for the lay person, I just couldn’t slog through the pages and pages of equations, proofs, et cetera. Math 101 (a.k.a. Math for Plants at my liberal arts college) did not prepare me for the math, and not even my training in logic could supply me with a sufficient foundation.

In short, I failed. I can’t even offer a review of the book, unless this failure can be read as review enough. Humbled, I hang my head in shame.