Infinte Jest, my ass

Now THIS is the shit that'll help you solve the case:

Privately, without anyone knowing it -- between jobs and visits to church -- from 1913, when he was 19, until 1972, the year before he died, Darger wrote and illustrated the immense, all-encompassing and all-but-unread Story of the Vivian Girls, in What Is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion. This 15,000-page tome, or hallucination, amounts to Darger's "potboiler to the world" -- a kind of Mahabharata, Uncle Tom's Cabin, Grimm's Fairy Tales, and Wizard of Oz all rolled into one. This melodramatic epic is a hybrid western, nursery rhyme, military handbook and holy-war story.

While Darger's drawings are simply breathtaking, his narrative, as captivating as it is, is hard to track. As with Rabelais, hyperbole is the rule; logic goes out the window; fantastic things occur continuously. Suffice to say, Darger's 59-year fever dream unfolds on a planet 1,000 times larger than Earth and populated by "hundreds of thrillions" of people. Nations include Angelinia, Abbieannia, Creetoria and Glandelinia. The good guys, or gals, are the sweet Vivian Girls; the bad guys are Glandelinians, who are predatory adults. There are little lasses with penises (Blengins), who protect the Vivians and assorted fabulous dragons. Destruction reigns; millions die; multitudes are taken into captivity or are subsequently freed. It's the Civil War by way of the Big Rock Candy Mountain. Everything comes out OK in the end, but, again, don't look to Darger for coherence. Look to him to be dazzled.

http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/features/saltz/saltz1-2-02.asp

And here I was, calling my old lame self bad-ass for reading Frog. Shyeah. Whatev. Why does anyone even bother to give me the time of day?