Martin Schneider writes:

I'm still not all that comfortable about reading an unfinished work by a writer as fiercely scrupulous as David Foster Wallace was, but after reading the D.T. Max article and pondering his two great, flawed novels and his three great, flawed short story collections, I wonder if this isn't, inadvertently, sadly, unwittingly, the proper (if that can be the right word) form for a work of the type Wallace was attempting, a meditation of the salvational qualities of boredom, using as a vehicle the IRS and the U.S. tax code.

I thought I would never be able to read The Pale King. Now I think I probably will be able to.