I was spending my days working in a movie theatre box office, and when I didn’t have lines to memorize or wasn’t trying to come up with the next great comedy bit, I was re-reading and re-annotating some of my favorite passages. I even bought a bigger purse so I could haul all 1,079 pages of it with me every day to work. When I got home, maybe just to feel something, I would go to Netflix and get a pep talk from Princess Carolyn or a nihilistic statement from Secretariat or even just watch BoJack go on a bender. The book and show became my bibles of sadness, a road map of my own neuroses and the ones I’d seen in my family for years.

This is a good, heart-wrenching read. Trigger warning: lots of heavy family dysfunction.

The main point is the author talking about breaking patterns, which is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.

https://electricliterature.com/bojack-horseman-and-infinite-jest-are-basically-the-same-story-68e0c91c9cc0