Pale King

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David Foster Wallace - Work - Career
... would publish the manuscript of an unfinished novel, The Pale King, that Wallace was working on at the time of his death ... The Pale King was pieced together by editor Michael Pietsch from pages and notes the author left behind ... The Pale King was published on April 15, 2011, and received generally positive reviews ...
The Pale King
... The Pale King is an unfinished novel by David Foster Wallace, published posthumously on April 15, 2011 ... Even incomplete, The Pale King is a long work, with 50 chapters of varying length totaling over 500 pages ...
The Pale King - Published Excerpts
... Several excerpts from The Pale King appeared in magazines prior to the book's publication "Peoria (4)", in the Fall 2002 issue of TriQuarterly "Good People", in the February 5 ... "The Pale King," an extract from chapter 22, in the April 9, 2011 issue of the Sunday Review section of The Guardian' ... Not a Smithy" — might have been excerpts from the Pale King manuscript, but they did not appear in the final book ...
The Pale King - Writing, Editing, and Publication
... Wallace began research for The Pale King in 1997, after the publication of Infinite Jest ... them into the novel." On her blog, Kathleen Fitzpatrick reported that the Pale King manuscript edited by Michael Pietsch began with "more than 1000 pages.. ... Although Little, Brown and Company set The Pale King’s publication date for April 15, 2011, and Barnes Noble were allowed to sell copies of the novel through their websites as ...

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