Publisher’s Weekly just published its review of David Foster Wallace’s posthumous novel The Pale King, out April 15 (tax day — the book is about an IRS processing center). It’s polite and respectful, but not glowing: “This isn’t the era-defining monumental work we’ve all been waiting for since Infinite Jest altered the landscape of American fiction … It is, however, one hell of a document and a valiant tribute to the late Wallace, being, as it is, a transfixing and hyper-literate descent into relentless, inescapable despair and soul-negating boredom.” [PW]