New David Foster Wallace in The December 14 New Yorker

I assume, but the piece does not say, this story is an excerpt from The Pale King.

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Lord, I love his stuff. It feels like he writes like my mind works - meaning he writes in a diversionary-yet-clear way that feels like a mind firing a buncha neurons at once, and the fact that a reader like me can get inside that is cool. The fact that he has interesting things to say within that style is even cooler.

My issue should arrive tonight - you’ve whet my appetite.