Bellemere if you get to it first let me know your impression it is on my next month's list from Amazon - "The Imperfectionists" - sounds like what we all need to know and written from the perspective of a writer - wow will that be a walk in the woods.
I haven't read David Foster Wallace but I have ordered his new book, The Pale King, that contains all his unfinished work - after I read the first sentence of the first unfinished story I had to have the book - I could care less if the story is so unfinished it does not even make sense - just reading how he strings words together that are an allusion to the perfect picture - here is the first paragraph...
"Past the flannel plains and blacktop graphs and skylines of canted rust, and past the tobacco-brown river overhung with weeping trees and coins of sunlight through them on the water downriver, to the place beyond the windbreak, where untilled fields simmer shrilly in the A.M. heat; shattercane, lamb's-quarters, cutgrass, sawbrier, nutgrass, jimsonweed, wild mint, dandelion, foxtail, muscadine, spinecabbage, goldenrod, creeping charlie, butter-print, nightshade, ragweed, wild oat, vetch, butcher grass, invaginate volunteer beans, all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek. An arrow of starling's fired from the windbreak thatch. The glitter of dew that stays where it is and steams all day. A sunflower, four more, one bowed, and horses in the distance standing rigid and still as toys. All nodding. Electric sounds of insects at their business. Ale-colored sunshine and pale sky and whorls of cirrus so high they cast no shadow. Insects all business all the time. Quartz and chert and shist and chondrite iron scabs in granite. Very old land. Look around you. The horizon trembles, shapeless. We are all brothers."
Have you ever read anything so wonderingly beautiful - every page offered by Amazon to preview on line goes on and on like this - glued when I came too my head slowly rose in awe - crazy childhood sing song quotes recited in class come pouring out of me when I stopped reading - like My soul doth magnify the lord - And of a sheen so wonder-fair, The sun seem'd of a nobler kin - Brought forth the word, from thy glory - The stars sing in tune