Emmett Stinson's review of The Pale King can be found over at Readings: Books, Music and Film:
But the fragmentary nature of the book seems appropriate given that Wallace’s work always refused simple narrative closure: he worked hard to create complete novels that felt like fragments. Even his 1,079-page doorstop of a novel,Infinite Jest (1996), left at least as many questions unresolved as it answered. And it’s to both Penguin’s and Pietsch’s credit that they haven’t attempted to craft what Wallace left behind into a coherent work, avoiding the critical disdain that has accompanied other heavily edited, posthumous ‘novels’, such as Ralph Ellison’s Juneteenth (1999).
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