Because I didn’t. I’m a solid 1/4 into the book, and I had NO idea. It seems SO dark to me. I mean, It’s a great book. It’s deep and very artistic; but DAMN. It’s such morbid humor, and SO hard to read. Like, Dante’s “Inferno” read easier than this. Ah, well. I suppose I’ll be proud of myself when I’m done.
The bits of humor come as a sort of byproduct of DFW sidestepping the overarching sadness of addiction, as if to not overdo it (though it can be argued—not by me necessarily, but by someone—that a 1,000+ page tome is overdoing it.)