David Foster Wallace’s posthumously published The Pale King is a challenging listen. This is made explicit in the introduction from Wallace’s editor and friend, Michael Pietsch, who put the novel together from more than 1,000 pages left behind after Wallace’s suicide in 2008. The intricate, rambling novel is held together by five men including a character named David Wallace who work at an IRS processing center in Peoria, Illinois in the 1980s. There are forays into tax law, nearly rhapsodic tales of drug use, the ennui of working life, and copious footnotes that are a Wallace trademark.
Robert Petkoff is a reassuring presence as narrator of The Pale King, having voiced other Wallace novels. That history makes Petkoff adept at wrapping his tongue around the stream-of-consciousness writing and its varying moods and emotions. Petkoff has a casual, well-enunciated style that he can bend into arch sarcasm, deadpan humor, and even a robotic-sounding transcription machine. Wallace often breaks the narrative with asides, in this case with tax code information, and Petkoff drops his voice to indicate these pauses before picking up the main storyline again. When Wallace switches to first person, writing as his alter-ego, Petkoff gives him a looser, more energetic voice that one can imagine isn’t too far from the late author’s own.
The novel might be best summed up in a passage where Wallace describes the chronic worrier Claude Sylvanshine as he transfers to a new IRS office: “The whole thing presented such a cyclone of logistical problems and complexities, Sylvanshine was forced to do some thought-stopping merge his own awareness with the panoramic vista.” The Pale King is indeed a cyclone of complexities and might require multiple listens to absorb, but Petkoff is to be commended for diving in and bringing an extra layer of cohesion to an often-chaotic novel. Collin Kelley
The agents at the IRS Regional Examination Center in Peoria, Illinois, appear ordinary enough to newly arrived trainee David Foster Wallace. But as he immerses himself in a routine so tedious and repetitive that new employees receive boredom-survival training, he learns of the extraordinary variety of personalities drawn to this strange calling. And he has arrived at a moment when forces within the IRS are plotting to eliminate even what little humanity and dignity the work still has.
The Pale King remained unfinished at the time of David Foster Wallace's death, but it is a deeply compelling and satisfying novel, hilarious and fearless and as original as anything Wallace ever undertook. It grapples directly with ultimate questions - questions of life's meaning and of the value of work and society - through characters imagined with the interior force and generosity that were Wallace's unique gifts. Along the way it suggests a new idea of heroism and commands infinite respect for one of the most daring writers of our time.
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"One hell of a document and a valiant tribute to the late Wallace.” (Publishers Weekly)
"Deeply sad, deeply philosophical…. The Pale King will be minutely examined by longtime fans for the reflexive light it sheds on Wallace's oeuvre and his life. But it may also snag the attention of newcomers, giving them a window...into this immensely gifted writer's vision of the human condition as lived out in the middle of America." (Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times)
"The Pale King represents Wallace's finest work as a novelist...Wallace made a career out of rushing in where other writers feared to tread or wouldn't bother treading. He had an outsize, hypertrophied talent...The Pale King is an attempt to stare directly into the blind spot and face what's there….” (Lev Grossman, TIME)
It wouldn't really be fair to compare this to the author's other works as this s an incomplete manuscript pelvic by Walace's editor.
I could see it as a semi-episodic HBO series where the characters and stories are loosely related to one another.
The book is often meandering and sometimes disjointed but that is to be expected from an incomplete, unorganized, and "tornadic" (to borrow a phrase from the author) manuscript, such as The Pale King. I feel this an important work for fans of David Foster Wallace to read. However, don't go into thinking it's going to be the next Infinite Jest. Even if DFW had finished this book it would have been a completely different beast than his previous works. It is a study in boredom and the author does a spectacular job of exploring and examining that topic. He, at times, truly makes the reader/listener know what it feels like to work a tedious job, day after day.
The word is forever less with David Foster Wallace gone. He was an amazing, brilliant talent that will never be replicated. If only we could have seen where his genius would have gone. He will be missed.
Don't think I would.
Never quite got to a point to pull my interest. Each time I got into the story, it wandered away.
Long, long descriptions.
I just found the author too wordy and it felt like the story was going in circles. It is the first book in a long time that I just had to abandon.
Perhaps I'm just not hip enough to "get" DFW but this book was just a waste of my time and credit. Unless you enjoy explorations of nihilism don't wast your credit.
After 10 years of subscribing to Audible.com this is only the second book that I just could not finish. The beginning was tolerable, even a highlight in the description of the little boy who was so "perfect" that everyone around him was driven crazy. But, when it got to the section that was the ONE SIDE of the dialog during an IRS internal review board - I had to quit. It went on and on. A little of that and I got the point. Why did it have to continue? This book defines why Authors like Margaret Mitchel (Gone With the Wind), were so adamant about being secretive with their unpublished works. No Author should be judged by the manuscripts left behind. Too bad, this one will be, now that this book has been published.
Untranslatable. This is a foreign language book. Yes, the language is English and a polysyllabic vocabulary is trotted out to impress the reader/listener, and this particular reader/listener knows the definitions, but none of it makes any sense. Shame on Foster-Wallace for abusing his privilege and exalted status amongst the literati. One of the purposes of literature and poetry to to engage the reader in a one-to-one dialogue, or at least a bond - the reader experiences the writer's thoughts separated by several timeframes. However this novel breaks that bond, and I am not impressed.
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