At the end of last summer, just before beginning to read for this chronicle, I sat down with David Foster Wallace’s posthumous novel The Pale King, published in its paperback version earlier in the year.⁠[1] Unfinished, arranged by his editor Michael Pietsch, it consists of fifty chapters (if that’s the term) of varying length, some […]

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