Something to do with paying attention

The final finished work by the late, widely influential novelist and essayist. The present novel, which clocks in at 136 pages, was first published as part of Wallace's unfinished book, The Pale King. Unlike much of the larger work, it is a finished whole, an onrushing confessional set in an IRS processing center in Peoria, Illinois. The narrator, named Chris Fogle in The Pale King but unnamed here, begins his saga as an aimless young adult who lives at home in Libertyville, a North Side suburb of Chicago. His frustrated father tells his mother that their son "couldn't find [his] ass with both hands," and though dad has a point, Chris waxes analytical in classic Wallace form: "From what I understand of basic psychology, this is a fairly typical dynamic--son is feckless and lacks direction, mother is sympathetic and believes in son's potential and sticks up for him, father is peeved and endlessly criticizes and squeezes son's shoes but still, when push comes to shove, always ponies up the check for the next college." Chris eventually comes around and signs up to join "the Service," the IRS become a quasi-religious institution, driven to do so in part out of remorse for a grisly accident that kills his father. Wallace, as Chris' interviewer, is really a stenographer, recording his subject's every offhand remembrance of his early years in the 1970s: "Acapulco Gold versus Colombia Gold," disco, the bankruptcy of New York, the "Uncola," and other cultural touchstones of an unsettled time. Much can be read as roman à clef, with mental illness, drugs, and misdirection at the heart of the book, brimming over with irony and obsessive attention to the tiniest detail ("the Advanced Tax students had multiple pencils lined up on their desks, all of which were extremely sharp"). Not much happens outside Chris' head, but what's going on there is darkly fascinating. A valediction for Wallace's fans. Accountants will enjoy it, too. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.