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Meaningful Work in The Pale King: In Memory of David Foster Wallace, Five Years On

Christopher Michaelson, Ph.D. | Posted 11.10.2013 | Home
Christopher Michaelson, Ph.D.

That point is the solace the author left behind for us, as we mourn the fifth anniversary of Wallace's untimely passing with the recognition that no more new words from him are forthcoming.

PHOTOS: Inside David Foster Wallace's Notes For 'The Pale King'

Posted 09.29.2012 | Home

Thanks to Flavorwire, we found out that the notes and manuscripts from David Foster Wallace's posthumous novel "The Pale King" are now available for r...

Too Much Fun: The 'Infinite Jest' Audiobook Has No Endnotes

The Huffington Post | Andres Jauregui | Posted 04.20.2012 | Home

On March 27, Hachette Audio released David Foster Wallace's magnum opus "Infinite Jest" -- most of it, at least -- as a 56-hour-long audiobook. Th...

Bored to Death

Cole Hill | Posted 06.19.2012 | Home
Cole Hill

"The IRS knows very well that such qualities help insulate them from public protest and political opposition, and that abstruse dullness is actually a much more effective shield than is secrecy," says David Foster Wallace's in "The Pale King."

WATCH: Rapper Gets A Little Too Specific About Crime

Posted 12.20.2011 | Comedy

The Pale King is back on Funny Or Die, and this time, the rapper tells it exactly like it is. In fact, he's so candid, he probably should learn to kee...

A Conversation with Karen Green on Art and Forgiveness

Max Benavidez | Posted 11.19.2011 | Arts
Max Benavidez

Artist Karen Green's latest show, "Tiny Stampede," opens Sept. 24, and presents a view into widowhood that is both cleansing and illuminating without ignoring the finality of death.

WATCH: Most Depressed Rapper Ever?

Posted 09.04.2011 | Comedy

How does "The Pale King" set himself apart from all the other white rappers out there? Well, for starters, he's incredibly sad. Perhaps he can parlay ...

How A Podiatrist Sign Became A Literary Icon | Tracy Clark | Posted 07.04.2011 | Home

F. Scott Fitzgerald's generation had its green light at the end of the dock in "The Great Gatsby," that symbol of unattainable dreams, and today's you...

Gregory Beyer

Death Becomes Them: The Imperfect Art of Posthumous Publishing | Gregory Beyer | Posted 06.21.2011 | Home

When an author dies, what happens to his unfinished manuscripts? From Max Brod’s famous refusal to burn the papers left behind by his friend Franz K...

A David Foster Wallace Primer | Posted 06.15.2011 | Home

If you’re already a David Foster Wallace fan we’re guessing that you won’t need our help pointing out that tomorrow marks the publication of his...

Book Review Roundup: David Foster Wallace's Posthumous Novel And A Guide To Modern Poetry

Posted 06.11.2011 | Home

"The Pale King" by David Foster Wallace Slate Incomplete or not, The Pale King is whole enough, a fully imagined, often exquisitely fleshed-out ...

Piecing Together A Posthumous David Foster Wallace Novel | CHARLES McGRATH | Posted 06.08.2011 | Home

In his office at Little Brown, where he is executive vice president and publisher, Michael Pietsch still has the tower of a manuscript and the handwri...

Far From the Flames, I Empathize With David Foster Wallace in The Pale King

Tom Ruprecht | Posted 06.04.2011 | Home
Tom Ruprecht

Friends of Wallace have already expressed worry that the author's suicide will affect how readers experience his posthumous The Pale King. I agree that it will. But is that really the reader's fault? And is it necessarily a bad thing?

Fictional Novels Starring Non-Fictional Authors | Stephanie Hlywak | Posted 05.25.2011 | Home

Authors often appear in their own works of fiction as thinly veiled surrogates -- Kilgore Trout is widely believed to be Kurt Vonnegut's alter ego, an...

David Foster Wallace Excerpt From Unfinished Novel

The New Yorker | David Foster Wallace | Posted 05.25.2011 | Home

Once when I was a little boy I received as a gift a toy cement mixer. It was made of wood except for its wheels--axles--which, as I remember, were thi...