Yes, I am still reading Infinite Jest. But it's a beast. And too heavy to carry about with me. Someone gave me a copy of this the other day and it's short with a surprisingly big font, so I read it in the bath the other night.
As I said, it's very short and feels more like a little glimpse into the lives of the characters rather than a fully fleshed-out novel. It's written in the first person, too, so you're very aware that you only ever see things from one person's perspective and that it lacks much background or depth.
The novel focuses around the return of the soldier, Chris, from the battlefields of the First World War to the home he shares with his wife and spinster cousin (our narrator). Chris, however, has lost his memory of the past fifteen years and thinks he is a young man still enamoured with his first love. Whilst the characters are, at times, stereotypes, the book still manages to create a delicious sense of place and time, and to make us question the realities of why we chose to love who we do, how that endures, and whether the truth is really the most important thing to cling on to.
Short book: short review.