Peter Ames Carlin writes about AOCYEUBY over at his blog in The David Show: More on David Lipsky's David Foster Wallace:

 

They're at it again, inspired by Infinite Summer, and the Moby Dick read just finished, the team at Infinite Zombies are the focal point for a read of Ulysses, this time led by Judd Staley. 

 

Discussion about the first three episodes begins tomorrow now, so if you're not yet on board, it's only about 50-odd pages of reading to get up to speed.

 

Intro post and schedule, click here.

Which edition? Click here.

 

I'm in and up to speed so far.

 

I've tried reading Ulysses numerous times and for whatever reason I've put it down and not picked it up again. So this time a few things are working in my favour: a) Daryl's posts over at Infinite Zombies are awesome and will keep me on track, b) Judd Staley, who I had the pleasure of meeting at the NY DFW conference last year, is already doing a fine job with prep material, and c) my sister-in-law, Katy, is in on the read too (nothing like a bit of familial pressure to keep up to speed).

 

(So Katy, are you up to date? Have you found a replacement for the copy you left in Melbourne last week?)

 

The best bit? It's top stuff so far.

Nice to have some light-hearted stuff to post:

 

DFW and WBY separated at Birth?

 

Awesome David Lipsky book parody by Matt Langer.

Statesman.com has a little write-up of the David Lipsky Reading at BookPeople [previously] where he read from AOCYEUBY with Matt Bucher (good friend of mine and wallace-l admin, looks like facts got mixed up in the article...). Here's a neat pic of them reading together.

Raul Clement reviews David Lipsky's DFW book in Looking Beyond the Surfaces in David Lipsky’s Although of Course You End up Becoming Yourself: a Road Trip with David Foster Wallace (a Not-Really Review by Raul Clement):

 

Sean Flannigan on the experience of reading Infinite Jest, Infinite Jest, Rightly Named:

 

I was outside during my lunch some days ago, with my book open, seemingly unidentifiable, enjoying the sun, when a man walked by, stopped and came back to ask me if I was reading IJ. We conversed and he confessed to being on page 108 very specifically, and we nodded to each other knowingly, holding special DFW knowledge. He walked away, stopped and turned, yelling something back to me. I couldn't hear him. He walked back to me and told me cryptically about the mailing list and how to find it. Now, I am on the mailing list. Involved in the cult, happily.