"We fill pre-existing forms and when we fill them we change them and are changed."

This tedium has become much of modern life, and like Infinite Jest we learn of the banality of life in David Foster Wallace's final novel. The book absorbs you in with a hodgepodge, a complex conglomeration of thoughts, themes, scenes, characters, digressions and details--all assembled to constitute the elegant liminal space in which we are left sitting there, in a empty mall somewhere near Peoria, Illinois, smiling into the vastness.

And it's funny, clever, sad, brilliant, satisfying, engaging, entertaining, confusing, genuine, deep, layered, difficult, rich, impressive, witty, cerebral. It is David Foster Wallace's best work.