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Something to Do with Paying Attention
When David Foster Wallace died in 2008, he left behind a vast unfinished novel—some 1,100 pages of loose chapters, sketches, notes, and fragments—published in 2011 as The Pale King.
But the unfinished King did contain a finished novella that Wallace had already considered publishing as a stand-alone volume. It is the story of a young man, a self-described “wastoid,” adrift in the suburban Midwest of the 1970s, whose life is changed forever by an encounter with advanced tax law. It is, as Sarah McNally writes in her preface, “not just a complete story, but the best complete example we have of Wallace’s late style, where calm and poise replace the pyrotechnics of Infinite Jest and other early works.”
But the unfinished King did contain a finished novella that Wallace had already considered publishing as a stand-alone volume. It is the story of a young man, a self-described “wastoid,” adrift in the suburban Midwest of the 1970s, whose life is changed forever by an encounter with advanced tax law. It is, as Sarah McNally writes in her preface, “not just a complete story, but the best complete example we have of Wallace’s late style, where calm and poise replace the pyrotechnics of Infinite Jest and other early works.”
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Published April 5, 2022
About the author
David Foster Wallace
131 books11.8k followersDavid Foster Wallace worked surprising turns on nearly everything: novels, journalism, vacation. His life was an information hunt, collecting hows and whys. "I received 500,000 discrete bits of information today," he once said, "of which maybe 25 are important. My job is to make some sense of it." He wanted to write "stuff about what it feels like to live. Instead of being a relief from what it feels like to live." Readers curled up in the nooks and clearings of his style: his comedy, his brilliance, his humaneness.
His life was a map that ends at the wrong destination. Wallace was an A student through high school, he played football, he played tennis, he wrote a philosophy thesis and a novel before he graduated from Amherst, he went to writing school, published the novel, made a city of squalling, bruising, kneecapping editors and writers fall moony-eyed in love with him. He published a thousand-page novel, received the only award you get in the nation for being a genius, wrote essays providing the best feel anywhere of what it means to be alive in the contemporary world, accepted a special chair at California's Pomona College to teach writing, married, published another book and, last month [Sept. 2008], hanged himself at age 46.
-excerpt from The Lost Years & Last Days of David Foster Wallace by David Lipsky in Rolling Stone Magazine October 30, 2008.
Among Wallace's honors were a Whiting Writers Award (1987), a Lannan Literary Award (1996), a Paris Review Aga Khan Prize for Fiction (1997), a National Magazine Award (2001), three O. Henry Awards (1988, 1999, 2002), and a MacArthur Foundation "Genius" Grant.
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His life was a map that ends at the wrong destination. Wallace was an A student through high school, he played football, he played tennis, he wrote a philosophy thesis and a novel before he graduated from Amherst, he went to writing school, published the novel, made a city of squalling, bruising, kneecapping editors and writers fall moony-eyed in love with him. He published a thousand-page novel, received the only award you get in the nation for being a genius, wrote essays providing the best feel anywhere of what it means to be alive in the contemporary world, accepted a special chair at California's Pomona College to teach writing, married, published another book and, last month [Sept. 2008], hanged himself at age 46.
-excerpt from The Lost Years & Last Days of David Foster Wallace by David Lipsky in Rolling Stone Magazine October 30, 2008.
Among Wallace's honors were a Whiting Writers Award (1987), a Lannan Literary Award (1996), a Paris Review Aga Khan Prize for Fiction (1997), a National Magazine Award (2001), three O. Henry Awards (1988, 1999, 2002), and a MacArthur Foundation "Genius" Grant.
More:
http://www.thehowlingfantods.com/dfw
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May 31, 2022
This is basically what you would get if Holden Caulfield got his shit together and ended up getting a job with the IRS.
December 29, 2021
Fascinating backstory on this piece... it's a novella that DFW intended to publish before he passed, but ended up being included as the foundation of what would become The Pale King.
So it's not 'new' or 'unpublished' but it is a fascinating and fantastic standalone read, ideally if you can carve out the consecutive hours to do it all in one sitting.
It's a wonderful sample of the type of fiction writing DFW was doing at the end of his career/life. To read compared to even a decade before, you can sense the maturity and the evolution of his style.
But what carries through is the laser-focused introspection and self-actualization that is his signature beat. He writes what he thinks more clearly than anyone else can articulate outloud and to read it is to experience it as a universal commonality that makes us all feel less alone.
The effect is... "wait, other people feel this way too?". And it's powerful the way he does it. To take a simple character and fill in the backstory from his genetics to his circumstances to his mundane job is the funnel focus of his attention at the detail level of emotion.
I would absolutely steer people to read this before they tackle The Pale King or even Oblivion... because it's not for everyone but it's absolutely for me.
Many thanks to McNally Jackson for this standalone publication.
So it's not 'new' or 'unpublished' but it is a fascinating and fantastic standalone read, ideally if you can carve out the consecutive hours to do it all in one sitting.
It's a wonderful sample of the type of fiction writing DFW was doing at the end of his career/life. To read compared to even a decade before, you can sense the maturity and the evolution of his style.
But what carries through is the laser-focused introspection and self-actualization that is his signature beat. He writes what he thinks more clearly than anyone else can articulate outloud and to read it is to experience it as a universal commonality that makes us all feel less alone.
The effect is... "wait, other people feel this way too?". And it's powerful the way he does it. To take a simple character and fill in the backstory from his genetics to his circumstances to his mundane job is the funnel focus of his attention at the detail level of emotion.
I would absolutely steer people to read this before they tackle The Pale King or even Oblivion... because it's not for everyone but it's absolutely for me.
Many thanks to McNally Jackson for this standalone publication.
January 10, 2023
4.5. Oh how I love my personal friend Mr David F Wallace
January 30, 2024
Cool. A novella and part of David Foster Wallace’s unfinished book the pale king which he died in the middle of writing and off this seems like it would’ve been a great one. Enjoyed reading it but is further proof that I will do anything else than picking back up and finishing infinite jest after sacking it off the first time round nearly 4 years ago
December 16, 2022
DFW fans be like “I like him because he’s boring and tedious”
April 13, 2022
beautiful little novella that is probably the shining example of Wallace’s late style (excluding the first two pages of Pale King). the linguistic calisthenics of Infinite Jest are gone and we’re left with Wallace’s calmest and most precise prose he ever wrote.
“You are sitting on an old yellow dorm couch, spinning a black-and-white soccer ball, and watching As The World Turns, without ever even acknowledging to yourself this is what you are doing.”
“You are sitting on an old yellow dorm couch, spinning a black-and-white soccer ball, and watching As The World Turns, without ever even acknowledging to yourself this is what you are doing.”
September 21, 2022
"Enduring tedium over real time in a confined space is what real courage is."
some of my fave DFW work centers on attention and our increasing inability to pay attention to things.
this novella, a 150 page monologue that the blurb on the dust cover calls a conversion experience and a confessional narrative, details a man's journey from being a "wastoid" to an IRS examiner. it's funny, frank, self-conscious but transparent in the way DFW always was, and a gift to read.
some of my fave DFW work centers on attention and our increasing inability to pay attention to things.
this novella, a 150 page monologue that the blurb on the dust cover calls a conversion experience and a confessional narrative, details a man's journey from being a "wastoid" to an IRS examiner. it's funny, frank, self-conscious but transparent in the way DFW always was, and a gift to read.
January 22, 2022
This is simply Chapter 22 of The Pale King, which should have been published as its own entity a long time ago. Among my favorites of all DFW's writing. I hope this release helps it reach more people.
September 4, 2023
A while back I attempted to start Infinite Jest and after about a hundred pages or so, I succumbed to indifference and impatience and put the book down and will probably never end up reading it. This turn of events left me conflicted in feeling like a failure at one of the biggest tomes of modern literature and also very curious about how I would enjoy DFW in a more palatable size. I am glad to say that I don't see myself as a reading failure and secondly, I purchased a copy of Something To Do With Paying Attention while browsing the McNally Jackson in NYC during our honeymoon.
Wallace walks the line beautifully satirizing post-modernity's emptiness in the life of the unnamed narrator who is coming of age. The protagonist is the prototypical youth of Generation X that many people stereotype as a slacker, or in DFW's narrator's own words, a wastoid. Through a haze of Obetrol and Ritalin, his youthful nihilistic spirit leaves his relations with his family and others unfulfilling all the while trying to stay in school or even to pick a major. Eventually, as many of us, the protagonist stumbles upon a life-changing event. This is the part of the book where DFW's writing really takes off when exploring fate, ambition, and mindfulness, awareness, and accounting.
Like many men, the narrator is self-righteous while being insecure caught up in his existential dread until thankful he finds his place in the work force. How absurd is that? We have to work to live? How did we end up in this horrible kind of predicament? The way DFW shifts seamlessly amongst all sorts of thought-provoking philosophizing in such a short book is nothing less than impressive. Being born myself at the tail end of Gen X, there were many personal and cultural reference points that helped me to really enjoy this book on top of the engaging writing. I saw and connected myself to the narrator and was full engaged, immersed and involved for the entire book. I am very pleased to say that even though I will not get to IJ, there is still plenty of wonderful work by DFW left to explore.
"I'm not sure I even know what to say. To be honest, a good bit of it I don't remember. I don't think my memory works in quite the way it used to. It may be that this kind of work changes you. Even just rote exams. It might actually change your brain. For the most part, it's now almost as if I'm trapped in the present. If I drank, for instance, some Tang, it wouldn't remind me of anything-I'd just taste the Tang."
"I think the truth is that I was the worst kind of nihilist-the kind who isn't even aware he's a nihilist. I was like a piece of paper on the street in the wind, thinking, 'Now I think I'll blow this way, now I think I'll blow that way.' My essential response to everything was 'Whatever.'"
"Everyone I knew and hung out with was a wastoid, and we knew it. It was hip to be ashamed of it, in a strange way. A weird kind of narcissistic despair. Or just to feel directionless and lost-we romanticized it."
"I remember almost none of early childhood, mostly just weird little isolated strobes The more fragmented the memory is, though, the more it seems to feel authentically mine, which is strange. I wonder if anyone feels as though they're the same person they seem to remember. It would probably make them have a nervous breakdown. It probably wouldn't even make any sense. names.
I don't know if this is enough. I don't know what anybody else has told you. Our common word for this kind of nihilist at the time was wastoid."
"But based on my experience during the thing time, most people are always feeling something or adopt some attitude or choosing to pay attention to one one part of something without even knowing we're doing it. We do it automatically, like a heartbeat. Sometimes be sitting there in a room and become aware of how much effort it was to pay attention to just your own heartbeat for more than a minute or so-it's almost as though your heartbeat wants to stay out of awareness, like a rock star avoiding the limelight. But it's there if you can double up and make yourself pay attention. Same with music, too, the doubling was being able to both listen very closely and also to feel whatever emotions the music evoked-because obviously that's why we're into music, that it makes us feel certain things, otherwise it would just be noise-and not only have them, listening, but be aware of them."
"But that analogy sounds too cheap, like a cheap witticism. It's hard to explain, and this is probably more time than I should take to explain it. Nor am I obviously trying to give any pro-drug-abuse message here. But it was important. I like now to think of the Obetrol and other subtypes of speed as more of a kind of signpost or directional sign, pointing to what might be possible if I could become more aware and alive in daily life. In this sense, I think that abusing these drugs was a valuable experience for me, as I was basically so feckless and unfocused during this period that I needed a very clear, blunt type of hint that there was much more to being an alive, responsible, autonomous adult than I had any idea of at the time."
"The ability to choose what I paid attention to, and to be aware of that choice, the fact that it's a choice. I'm not the smartest person, but even during that whole pathetic, directionless period, I think that deep down I knew that there was more to my life and to myself than just the ordinary psychological impulses for pleasure and vanity that I let drive me That there were depths to me that were not bullshit or childish but profound, and were not abstract but actually much realer than my clothes or self-image, and that blazed in an almost sacred way-I'm being serious; I'm not just trying to make it sound more dramatic than it was-and that these realest, most profound parts of me involved not drives or appetites but simple attention, awareness, if only I could stay awake off speed."
"Anyhow, it's all just abstract speculation at this point, because I never really talked to either of my parents about how they felt about their adult lives. It's just not the sort of thing that parents sit down and openly discuss with their children, at least not in that era."
"I think the truth is probably that enormous, sudden, dramatic, unexpected, life-changing experiences are not translatable or explainable to anyone else, and this is because they really are unique and particular-though not unique in the way the Christian girl believed. This is because their power isn't just a result of the experience itself, but also of the circumstances in which it hits you, of everything in your previous life-experience which has led up to it and made you exactly who and what you are when the experience hits you. Does that make any sense? It's hard to explain. "
"I don't mean any sort of humanities-type ironic metaphor, but the literal thing he was saying, the simple surface level. I don't know how many times I'd heard this that year while sitting around watching As the World Turns, but I suddenly realized that the announcer was actually saying over and over what I was literally doing. Not only this, but I also realized that I had been told this fact countless times."
"Actually, in hindsight, the substitute have been the first genuine authority figure I ever met, meaning a figure with genuine 'authority' instead of just the power to judge you or squeeze your shoes from their side of the generation gap, and I became aware for the first time that 'authority' was actually something real and authentic, that a real authority was not the same as a friend or someone who cared about you, but nevertheless could be good for you, and that the authority relation was not a 'democratic' or equal one and yet could have value for both sides, both people in the relation. I don't think I'm explain- ing this very well-but it's true that I did feel singled out, spindled on those eyes in a way I neither liked nor didn't, but was certainly aware of. It was a certain kind of power that he exerted and that I was granting him, voluntarily. That respect was not the same as coercion, although it was a kind of power. It was all very strange. I also noticed that now he had his hands behind his back, in something like the 'parade rest' military position."
"Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality-there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth-actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. No one queues up to see it. No one is interested."
"Part of me was frightened that I'd actually become galvanized and motivated too late and was somehow going to just at the last minute 'miss' some crucial chance to renounce my nihilism and make a meaningful, real-world choice."
"It didn't feel feckless, though it also didn't feel especially romantic or heroic. It was more as if I simply had to make a choice of what was more important."
Wallace walks the line beautifully satirizing post-modernity's emptiness in the life of the unnamed narrator who is coming of age. The protagonist is the prototypical youth of Generation X that many people stereotype as a slacker, or in DFW's narrator's own words, a wastoid. Through a haze of Obetrol and Ritalin, his youthful nihilistic spirit leaves his relations with his family and others unfulfilling all the while trying to stay in school or even to pick a major. Eventually, as many of us, the protagonist stumbles upon a life-changing event. This is the part of the book where DFW's writing really takes off when exploring fate, ambition, and mindfulness, awareness, and accounting.
Like many men, the narrator is self-righteous while being insecure caught up in his existential dread until thankful he finds his place in the work force. How absurd is that? We have to work to live? How did we end up in this horrible kind of predicament? The way DFW shifts seamlessly amongst all sorts of thought-provoking philosophizing in such a short book is nothing less than impressive. Being born myself at the tail end of Gen X, there were many personal and cultural reference points that helped me to really enjoy this book on top of the engaging writing. I saw and connected myself to the narrator and was full engaged, immersed and involved for the entire book. I am very pleased to say that even though I will not get to IJ, there is still plenty of wonderful work by DFW left to explore.
"I'm not sure I even know what to say. To be honest, a good bit of it I don't remember. I don't think my memory works in quite the way it used to. It may be that this kind of work changes you. Even just rote exams. It might actually change your brain. For the most part, it's now almost as if I'm trapped in the present. If I drank, for instance, some Tang, it wouldn't remind me of anything-I'd just taste the Tang."
"I think the truth is that I was the worst kind of nihilist-the kind who isn't even aware he's a nihilist. I was like a piece of paper on the street in the wind, thinking, 'Now I think I'll blow this way, now I think I'll blow that way.' My essential response to everything was 'Whatever.'"
"Everyone I knew and hung out with was a wastoid, and we knew it. It was hip to be ashamed of it, in a strange way. A weird kind of narcissistic despair. Or just to feel directionless and lost-we romanticized it."
"I remember almost none of early childhood, mostly just weird little isolated strobes The more fragmented the memory is, though, the more it seems to feel authentically mine, which is strange. I wonder if anyone feels as though they're the same person they seem to remember. It would probably make them have a nervous breakdown. It probably wouldn't even make any sense. names.
I don't know if this is enough. I don't know what anybody else has told you. Our common word for this kind of nihilist at the time was wastoid."
"But based on my experience during the thing time, most people are always feeling something or adopt some attitude or choosing to pay attention to one one part of something without even knowing we're doing it. We do it automatically, like a heartbeat. Sometimes be sitting there in a room and become aware of how much effort it was to pay attention to just your own heartbeat for more than a minute or so-it's almost as though your heartbeat wants to stay out of awareness, like a rock star avoiding the limelight. But it's there if you can double up and make yourself pay attention. Same with music, too, the doubling was being able to both listen very closely and also to feel whatever emotions the music evoked-because obviously that's why we're into music, that it makes us feel certain things, otherwise it would just be noise-and not only have them, listening, but be aware of them."
"But that analogy sounds too cheap, like a cheap witticism. It's hard to explain, and this is probably more time than I should take to explain it. Nor am I obviously trying to give any pro-drug-abuse message here. But it was important. I like now to think of the Obetrol and other subtypes of speed as more of a kind of signpost or directional sign, pointing to what might be possible if I could become more aware and alive in daily life. In this sense, I think that abusing these drugs was a valuable experience for me, as I was basically so feckless and unfocused during this period that I needed a very clear, blunt type of hint that there was much more to being an alive, responsible, autonomous adult than I had any idea of at the time."
"The ability to choose what I paid attention to, and to be aware of that choice, the fact that it's a choice. I'm not the smartest person, but even during that whole pathetic, directionless period, I think that deep down I knew that there was more to my life and to myself than just the ordinary psychological impulses for pleasure and vanity that I let drive me That there were depths to me that were not bullshit or childish but profound, and were not abstract but actually much realer than my clothes or self-image, and that blazed in an almost sacred way-I'm being serious; I'm not just trying to make it sound more dramatic than it was-and that these realest, most profound parts of me involved not drives or appetites but simple attention, awareness, if only I could stay awake off speed."
"Anyhow, it's all just abstract speculation at this point, because I never really talked to either of my parents about how they felt about their adult lives. It's just not the sort of thing that parents sit down and openly discuss with their children, at least not in that era."
"I think the truth is probably that enormous, sudden, dramatic, unexpected, life-changing experiences are not translatable or explainable to anyone else, and this is because they really are unique and particular-though not unique in the way the Christian girl believed. This is because their power isn't just a result of the experience itself, but also of the circumstances in which it hits you, of everything in your previous life-experience which has led up to it and made you exactly who and what you are when the experience hits you. Does that make any sense? It's hard to explain. "
"I don't mean any sort of humanities-type ironic metaphor, but the literal thing he was saying, the simple surface level. I don't know how many times I'd heard this that year while sitting around watching As the World Turns, but I suddenly realized that the announcer was actually saying over and over what I was literally doing. Not only this, but I also realized that I had been told this fact countless times."
"Actually, in hindsight, the substitute have been the first genuine authority figure I ever met, meaning a figure with genuine 'authority' instead of just the power to judge you or squeeze your shoes from their side of the generation gap, and I became aware for the first time that 'authority' was actually something real and authentic, that a real authority was not the same as a friend or someone who cared about you, but nevertheless could be good for you, and that the authority relation was not a 'democratic' or equal one and yet could have value for both sides, both people in the relation. I don't think I'm explain- ing this very well-but it's true that I did feel singled out, spindled on those eyes in a way I neither liked nor didn't, but was certainly aware of. It was a certain kind of power that he exerted and that I was granting him, voluntarily. That respect was not the same as coercion, although it was a kind of power. It was all very strange. I also noticed that now he had his hands behind his back, in something like the 'parade rest' military position."
"Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality-there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth-actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains no one. No one queues up to see it. No one is interested."
"Part of me was frightened that I'd actually become galvanized and motivated too late and was somehow going to just at the last minute 'miss' some crucial chance to renounce my nihilism and make a meaningful, real-world choice."
"It didn't feel feckless, though it also didn't feel especially romantic or heroic. It was more as if I simply had to make a choice of what was more important."
August 14, 2022
quite funny at points. has some thought-provoking reflections - the extended section on taking obetrol was kinda good. and some memorable images as well - the ritual of the spinning foot, the rain of shopping bags on the train platform etc.
would reread :)
would reread :)
July 23, 2022
Reflections on DFW
1. DFW was one of my first ‘favorite’ authors. Discovering his essays in college was a meaningful, (if common!), milestone.
2. Content: Wry observations of the suburban American experience. A sort of irreverent standoffishness through which he nails the banality and loneliness beneath the surface of strip malls, cruise ships, and good manners.
3. Style: a fun and notable writing style of mixing colloquialisms with long and literary abstract frames. A sort of hybrid between dave barry and joyce, that for me at least was a gateway drug to taking literary non-fiction and authors a bit more seriously.
4. Values: he helps you see neuroses as a strength not a weakness; and to trust individualism/independence as a better goal than conformity.
5. Values: his well known critique of irony/cynicism was ahead of its time; I feel like mainstream TV is just beginning to catch up with Sex Education and Ted Lasso.
6. These days he’s no longer my favorite, but still appreciated and fun. Perhaps a bit too Brooklyny, and a bit too much “punching down”.
Novella Background
1. This book is an excerpt from the larger DFW book “Pale King”, where it occurs as a single 153pg chapter. It has been published as a stand-alone excerpt by McNally Jackson printhouse.
2. Pale King is known for being DFW’s final work, published unfinished and posthumously, found alongside him at his suicide.
3. Pale King (and this excerpt) are weirdly structured as a fictional memoir. They follow the life of a man named David Foster Wallace who grew up in Illinois in the 70’s, went to college at Amherst, and then joined the IRS -- all of which is true. But outside that core fact-base, the narrative deviates from the author’s life in many and meaningful ways.
4. Typical to his fiction, the narrative is indulgently self-aware, almost stoned in its description of minutia. Easily mocked and exasperating at times, particularly the persistent self-referential questions of "does that make sense?" and "I’m not saying it well.."
Plot Summary
1. Extended and unstructured reflections of the protagonist (IRS worker in late twenties) reflecting on his childhood and relationship with his father.
2. Hits on parents divorce, moms feminist new girlfriend. College parties and drug use.
3. Leans in to some silly vocab like “wastoids” for college nihilist slackers and “shoe squeezing” for when the man is getting you down.
4. All vaguely dream like and unfocused in reflection
5. Some interesting monologues on the balance between freedom and loneliness; or between living deliberately and indulgence.
Recommendation
Skip this novella, and instead turn to the DFW kenyon college commencement speech in 2005, shortly before his suicide in 2008. A lot of the same themes but more packaged and effective.
1. A speech less about “how to think” so much as “what to think about”. Where to focus your attention.
2. He delivers an earnest, direct message. Escape from unconsciousness, from the prison you don’t realize you’re locked up in.
3. Be less arrogant about what you think is true, about what you think should be. Find a way to pay more attention, be more mindful, stay out of your heads narrative.
4. Mental discipline, humility, and finding meaning in the day to day
1. DFW was one of my first ‘favorite’ authors. Discovering his essays in college was a meaningful, (if common!), milestone.
2. Content: Wry observations of the suburban American experience. A sort of irreverent standoffishness through which he nails the banality and loneliness beneath the surface of strip malls, cruise ships, and good manners.
3. Style: a fun and notable writing style of mixing colloquialisms with long and literary abstract frames. A sort of hybrid between dave barry and joyce, that for me at least was a gateway drug to taking literary non-fiction and authors a bit more seriously.
4. Values: he helps you see neuroses as a strength not a weakness; and to trust individualism/independence as a better goal than conformity.
5. Values: his well known critique of irony/cynicism was ahead of its time; I feel like mainstream TV is just beginning to catch up with Sex Education and Ted Lasso.
6. These days he’s no longer my favorite, but still appreciated and fun. Perhaps a bit too Brooklyny, and a bit too much “punching down”.
Novella Background
1. This book is an excerpt from the larger DFW book “Pale King”, where it occurs as a single 153pg chapter. It has been published as a stand-alone excerpt by McNally Jackson printhouse.
2. Pale King is known for being DFW’s final work, published unfinished and posthumously, found alongside him at his suicide.
3. Pale King (and this excerpt) are weirdly structured as a fictional memoir. They follow the life of a man named David Foster Wallace who grew up in Illinois in the 70’s, went to college at Amherst, and then joined the IRS -- all of which is true. But outside that core fact-base, the narrative deviates from the author’s life in many and meaningful ways.
4. Typical to his fiction, the narrative is indulgently self-aware, almost stoned in its description of minutia. Easily mocked and exasperating at times, particularly the persistent self-referential questions of "does that make sense?" and "I’m not saying it well.."
Plot Summary
1. Extended and unstructured reflections of the protagonist (IRS worker in late twenties) reflecting on his childhood and relationship with his father.
2. Hits on parents divorce, moms feminist new girlfriend. College parties and drug use.
3. Leans in to some silly vocab like “wastoids” for college nihilist slackers and “shoe squeezing” for when the man is getting you down.
4. All vaguely dream like and unfocused in reflection
5. Some interesting monologues on the balance between freedom and loneliness; or between living deliberately and indulgence.
Recommendation
Skip this novella, and instead turn to the DFW kenyon college commencement speech in 2005, shortly before his suicide in 2008. A lot of the same themes but more packaged and effective.
1. A speech less about “how to think” so much as “what to think about”. Where to focus your attention.
2. He delivers an earnest, direct message. Escape from unconsciousness, from the prison you don’t realize you’re locked up in.
3. Be less arrogant about what you think is true, about what you think should be. Find a way to pay more attention, be more mindful, stay out of your heads narrative.
4. Mental discipline, humility, and finding meaning in the day to day
July 4, 2022
Think this might be the best book I've read on drugs and tax accounting. (Where the IRS is also referred to as 'the Service'). That being said, it has some really interesting and well-written parts on awareness and being/thinking, as well as some neat prose on giving advice (and why it mostly doesn't work), and loss.
April 18, 2023
idk how someone could write getting a job in the IRS interesting and philosophical, but david foster wallace ofc can
January 19, 2023
I don’t think I’ve reached the level of literary enlightenment necessary to appreciate this book so instead it was just suuuuuuper boring
April 9, 2022
Might just be my favorite piece of fiction ever
November 15, 2023
Anecdotal evidence from people that have ingested hallucinogenics suggest a rewiring of the brain, an ability to see life and existence in a way they had never had before, the "oneness", or connectedness of the universe during the experience that forever altered their outlook, on everything, from that point on. Having read Wallace's best known work, "The Infinite Jest", I felt, as have others, a similar "re-wiring" of the brain. That may be the best that I can describe it, although it seems insufficient.
I recently read his unfinished novel, "The Pale King". Chapter twenty two went on and on, leaving the reader to wonder why this odd chapter was part of that book, like maybe it did not really belong. As it turns out, Wallace himself considered publishing it as a novella, standing on its own. That is how "Something to Do with Paying Attention" came to be. And it works. Foster has a way of making you think about the seemingly most ordinary things in a completely different way that you ever did before. A hundred and thirty pages of brain re-wiring, meant to be read it slowly and carefully, savoring every complex detail.
David Foster Wallace was one of the greatest philosophers of the modern era, indeed, maybe one of the greatest ever. Oh, and damn funny!
I recently read his unfinished novel, "The Pale King". Chapter twenty two went on and on, leaving the reader to wonder why this odd chapter was part of that book, like maybe it did not really belong. As it turns out, Wallace himself considered publishing it as a novella, standing on its own. That is how "Something to Do with Paying Attention" came to be. And it works. Foster has a way of making you think about the seemingly most ordinary things in a completely different way that you ever did before. A hundred and thirty pages of brain re-wiring, meant to be read it slowly and carefully, savoring every complex detail.
David Foster Wallace was one of the greatest philosophers of the modern era, indeed, maybe one of the greatest ever. Oh, and damn funny!
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February 4, 2023Probably better as a stand-alone piece than as a part of Pale King, this is late DFW, and I quite liked this. Something that can be given to all HS graduates.
December 26, 2023
Pretty much a perfectly written novella
May 8, 2022
First DFW I've read in years, and wonderful. His authorial voice is still so comforting, like slipping back into a big comfy outfit.
I guess I should get around to reading The Pale King sometime. (This is a novella-sized chunk from it.)
I guess I should get around to reading The Pale King sometime. (This is a novella-sized chunk from it.)
April 19, 2023
Whenever I read David Foster Wallace, for days afterward I feel like I'm walking through the world with DFW goggles on. Everyday interactions, gestures, routines take on a little more charm and meaning. I notice more. I pay attention. Stupid things become funny. I'm more forgiving. I feel a little more connected to the human race, and a little more connected to myself. What a gift. And what a perfectly titled novella.
December 5, 2022
Impulse buy because I liked the title and cover. Reads a lot to how I think in a constant stream. A quick read, only 136 pages. No chapters. Relatable in the essence of the process of trying to figure out what you want for a career and how it takes time for some of us.
January 15, 2023
This is pretty much 150 pages of the narrator saying "As I already mentioned he squeezed my shoes, but I don't think I'm describing it right" over and over. I did like the absurd speech about how accountants are cowboys though.
December 5, 2022
David! Foster! Wallace !!!!!!
This is the first of his works I have read in their entirety! I got 80% of the way through Infinite Jest (this calculation is approximate and includes the corresponding footnotes) and then abandoned it because apparently I don't abide by the sunk cost fallacy. And I've read some of his stories but only in college classes. This one I picked up and read all by myself. Aren't you proud?! It was only like 150 pages but stilL!
First of all....it's set in Chicago. Don't you love that??? I love that. I also love that it's about a guy who works for the IRS in Chicago. If you can convince me that a book about taxes are interesting, you are doing divine work. It's the story of a young man who is explaining how he went from being a nihilistic wastoid, someone who's always fucked up and who doesn't care about anything at all, into a serious professional and the kind of man who can sit still doing rote accounting tasks for hours on end every single day. It's not terribly eventful in itself other than one terrible accident, but the narrator knows how to make a seemingly trivial instance into a great life lesson. For instance, he goes to the wrong room on the day of an exam's review session and doesn't realize until it's too late to sneak out unnoticed. He is mesmerized by the content of this class (which happens to be Advanced Taxes and Accounting) and ultimately decides to divert his life's current path in order to pursue that line of work. He also focuses on a moment when his father comes home from a work trip early and catches him engaging in wastoid behavior (mid-bong-hit on the couch with beer cans and empty takeout all over the floor), which was embarrassing for both of them. I also loved the sections on "doubling" and Obetrol because they were really vivid and spoke to a certain obsession with attention that lasted through the time when he entered "The Service." There's something so beautiful about the way he talks about things like that, or the humor in the section about watching daytime soaps and hearing the television announcer repeat, "You're watching 'As the World Goes By.'"
I love when books have a punchline! This one's is spoken by the substitute for the Jesuit instructor of Advanced Taxes and Accounting at DePaul. He's giving this extremely long, unsolicited soliloquy about the importance of taxes as supposed motivation for study before the class' final exam. He says to the students (who Wallace says are mostly men), "Gentlemen, we are called to account." Moments like these feel like the inspiration for the book itself, as if you're accessing what DFW heard in a dream and decided to elongate into a novella (or even a work as long as The Pale King).
Really really special little book and I'm glad I snagged it at McNally Jackson when I was in New York most recently! I think I'll go back and see if I can read all of That Big Tennis Book now.
This is the first of his works I have read in their entirety! I got 80% of the way through Infinite Jest (this calculation is approximate and includes the corresponding footnotes) and then abandoned it because apparently I don't abide by the sunk cost fallacy. And I've read some of his stories but only in college classes. This one I picked up and read all by myself. Aren't you proud?! It was only like 150 pages but stilL!
First of all....it's set in Chicago. Don't you love that??? I love that. I also love that it's about a guy who works for the IRS in Chicago. If you can convince me that a book about taxes are interesting, you are doing divine work. It's the story of a young man who is explaining how he went from being a nihilistic wastoid, someone who's always fucked up and who doesn't care about anything at all, into a serious professional and the kind of man who can sit still doing rote accounting tasks for hours on end every single day. It's not terribly eventful in itself other than one terrible accident, but the narrator knows how to make a seemingly trivial instance into a great life lesson. For instance, he goes to the wrong room on the day of an exam's review session and doesn't realize until it's too late to sneak out unnoticed. He is mesmerized by the content of this class (which happens to be Advanced Taxes and Accounting) and ultimately decides to divert his life's current path in order to pursue that line of work. He also focuses on a moment when his father comes home from a work trip early and catches him engaging in wastoid behavior (mid-bong-hit on the couch with beer cans and empty takeout all over the floor), which was embarrassing for both of them. I also loved the sections on "doubling" and Obetrol because they were really vivid and spoke to a certain obsession with attention that lasted through the time when he entered "The Service." There's something so beautiful about the way he talks about things like that, or the humor in the section about watching daytime soaps and hearing the television announcer repeat, "You're watching 'As the World Goes By.'"
I love when books have a punchline! This one's is spoken by the substitute for the Jesuit instructor of Advanced Taxes and Accounting at DePaul. He's giving this extremely long, unsolicited soliloquy about the importance of taxes as supposed motivation for study before the class' final exam. He says to the students (who Wallace says are mostly men), "Gentlemen, we are called to account." Moments like these feel like the inspiration for the book itself, as if you're accessing what DFW heard in a dream and decided to elongate into a novella (or even a work as long as The Pale King).
Really really special little book and I'm glad I snagged it at McNally Jackson when I was in New York most recently! I think I'll go back and see if I can read all of That Big Tennis Book now.
December 1, 2023
‘Something to do with paying attention’ is the subversive redemption story of a self-proclaimed ‘wastoid’ who finds true purpose and heroism within the world of tax law. Our narrator has already completed his heroes journey, so to speak, at the time he writes this which casts an interesting shadow over the narrative as the feelings of guilt and disgust he feels for himself subtly distort our opinion of his younger self who we almost view pity and empathy for despite how unlikable he may ultimately be.
There are so many brilliant pieces to this story that I’m gonna fire off.
1. The tragic and utterly human relationship he has with his father
2. Our protagonist’s moments of clarity while abusing Obetrol
3. The substitute professor’s compelling speech about modern heroism which to me serves as the climax to the novella
4. All of the synchronicity revolving around the IRS, particularly the light shining down on a newspaper
5. Our hero trekking through a blizzard to make it to the IRS recruiter and when seeing disparate clothes from snowmen strewn about the snow is reminded of his fathers tragic death and tries freeing someone from the snow who wasn’t there. This was particularly brilliant because DFW didn’t hold my hand and draw the connection for me.
Overall I can’t say enough praises about this and am looking forward to reading the pale king sometime!
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April 1, 2024
Wow. One of the most well-realised, clear and human novels I've ever read. The perfect way to introduce yourself to DFW if you haven't explored any of his work because of it's appropriate length and accessible language style. I originally read this as part of 'The Pale King' two years ago, but rediscovering it as it's own standalone piece rather than an absurdly long, 130+ page chapter in a larger book is much more enjoyable for me. Nihilism, generational divides, nostalgia/reminiscing and awareness have all been on my mind a lot recently so reading this again was a real treat. Would definitely recommend!
September 14, 2023
It's tempting to look at other reviews first. I thought this was great though. A sustained strange mood and intensity all the way through.
I can't think of anyone I'd recommend this to. I don't know anyone who'd enjoy it. I did though.
I can't think of anyone I'd recommend this to. I don't know anyone who'd enjoy it. I did though.
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May 10, 2024You know when you read a book that’s so good you want to immediately force your friends to read it and write a full page essay on their thoughts after they’re done. Wait I’m describing being an English teacher
January 22, 2023
Somehow he wrote a book that adequately compares being recruited to the IRS and converting to Evangelicalism
June 19, 2023
Exquisite, every moment of this book felt like eating a decadent cake that was both light and satiating. A delight.
June 24, 2023
All those times people were talking about DFW and I didn’t get it, but now I get it.
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