It's the Internal Revenue Service Regional Examination Centre in
Peoria, Illinois, 1985. Here the minutiae of a million daily lives
are totted up, audited and accounted for. Here the workers fight a
never-ending war against the urgency of their own boredom. Here
then, squeezed between the trivial and the quotidian, lies all
human life. And this is David Foster Wallace's towering, brilliant,
hilarious and deeply moving final novel. Light-years beyond
Infinite Jest. Wallace's reputation will only grow, and like one of
the broken columns beloved of Romantic painters, "The Pale King"
will stand, complete in its incompleteness, as his most substantial
-- Hari Kunzru, Financial Times Archly brilliant.