Somewhere in the not-so-distant future the residents of ennet house, a boston halfway house for recovering addicts, and students at the nearby enfield tennis academy are ensnared in the search for the master copy of infinite jest, a movie said to be so dangerously entertaining its viewers become entranced and expire in a state of catatonic bliss . . 'wallace's exuberance and intellectual impishness are a delight, and he has deep things to say about the hollowness of contemporary american pleasure . . sentences and whole pages are marvels of cosmic concentration . . wallace is a superb comedian of culture' james wood, guardian