As you know, Bob, clumsy exposition, particularly in the form of lengthy "infodump" sequences in which large quantities of information are blasted toward the reader in the manner of a shotgun or a firehose, is often held to be one of the hallmarks (or, perhaps, banes) of the SF genre (where "SF" means "speculative fiction," encompassing both "science fiction" and "fantasy"), which is why I was amused to discover the Little Professor (the nom de net of Miriam Burstein) discussing infodumps in Victorian literature, in response to a more general discussion of infodumping by Matthew Cheney, exploring the phenomenon and reader attitudes toward infodumping in various contexts and genres, and providing a nice reminder that the problems of SF vis a vis infodumping are not unique to that specific genre.
Exposition Across Genres
The latest book by Iain M. Banks proudly proclaims itself to be a Culture novel-- part of a loosely connected series of novels and stories about humans living in a vast and utopian galactic civilization-- which makes its opening in a castles-and-kings milieu somewhat surprising.
Seveneves is the latest from Neal Stephenson, and true to form is a whopping huge book-- 700-something "pages" in electronic form-- and contains yet another bid for "best first paragraph ever":
My bedtime reading for the past week or so has been Steven Gould's Exo (excerpt at Tor).
The Infinite Summer people got me to start re-reading Infinite Jest, but I'm not really going to attempt to hold to their proposed reading schedule.
Isn't that what Creationists do in blog comments?
When was the last time you managed to get information out of a creationist?
What I really meant to ask is: the correctness of information is not defining what an infodump means.
Someone on one of those threads you link to mentions Moby Dick - all of the biological information about whales in there is false.
Is Infodump the written form of Gish Gallop?