Winter New (Garden Planning) Moon
Began reading Pale King last night. David Wallace’s last, unfinished work, his editor organized it with permission of Wallace’s widow. It’s the first work I’ve read of Wallace’s though not the first one I’ve bought. I also own Infinite Jest, his breakout book, but never started it. His prose is, well, wonderful.
Observations, close observations, fly so fast and thick it seems he could not have spent time writing for he must have spent his entire day with his eyes wide, notebook in hand, seeing, hearing, tasting, feeling.
This book has an improbable setting, the IRS in Peoria, Illinois, and will, I’m told, illuminate boredom. Though I’ve not read him before I’ll now read back into him. He was called the greatest mind of this generation of writers. I believe it.