If “The Pale King” isn’t a finished work, it is, at the very least, a remarkable document, by no means a stunt or an attempt to cash in on David Foster Wallace’s posthumous fame. Despite its shattered state and its unpromising subject matter, or possibly because of them, “The Pale King” represents Wallace’s finest work as a novelist.
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