Backbone

I enjoy reading stuff that is written in earnest, if not in earnest then in irony, if not in irony then in style.  David Foster Wallace's feast is he can achieve all of this, and more, at the same time.  Backbone published in the current New Yorker is an excerpt of his soon to be posthumously published The Pale King.  Backbone is such a weird story--a boy trying to kiss every inch of his own body since he's six, with even more weirder writing style.  Personally my favorite line is:

The written evaluations of his socialization described the boy not as withdrawn or aloof but as “calm,” “unusually poised,” and “self-containing” [sic].

I have seen grade school teacher confuse "every day" with "everyday."  So I can relate and do enjoy the humor and irony.  Backbone is peppered with anatomy vocabulary and interjected with historical anecdotes of which I find interesting.  Reading "Backbone" would have never prepared me what the Pale King is about, at least superficially.  According to Little, Brown, its publisher, as reported by The New York Times, The Pale King is about "a crew of entry-level processors and their attempts to do their job in the face of soul-crushing tedium."  Wow, that sounds interestingly boring to the max.