I was fortunate enough to get a copy of The Pale King a few weeks back. Once finished, I began writing a review that, in addressing less the content of the book as its place in our larger understanding of Wallace and his work, became quite long. Meaning, that is, the book’s place in this particular reader’s (my) understanding of his work. Thank you to everyone who’s read it already and those who’ve circulated it. It’s a very good book, but not a novel, I don’t think, and to write about it was a hugely satisfying and challenging thing to do. Thanks, too, to St. Louis Magazine for continuing to give me a venue for these reviews.
On a related note, this Leland de la Durantaye piece in the Boston Review is incredibly insightful and smart and certainly worth our time.