woollike 's review for:

The Pale King by David Foster Wallace

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I don’t think I can give a star rating to a 538-page rumination on boredom. Also, hard to tell what form it was really supposed to take? It’s really hard to judge an unfinished work. Much of it was oppressively boring, but then that was sort of the point, no? It was like meditation. It made me desperately wish DFW was around to weigh in on our current social media situation. The whole thing felt both completely removed from life and al