Unfinished Fiction From David Foster Wallace

Lane Dean, Jr., with his green rubber pinkie finger, sat at his Tingle table in his chalk’s row in the rotes group’s wiggle room and did two more returns, then another one, then flexed his buttocks and held to a count of ten and imagined a warm pretty beach with mellow surf, as instructed in orientation the previous month.

From Wiggle Room, by David Foster Wallace, an excerpt from his unfinished novel, on the New Yorker.com.

Also, see New Yorker to Publish Part of Unfinished Wallace Novel: Manuscript Was Discovered After Novelist's Death in September, in today's Washington Post (registration required).