I pretty much love everything else I’ve read by DFW. But this book really shows how troubled Wallace was at this time in his career. It does nothing to disguise the ugliness that the author seemed to see all around him and transmogrify into fiction. His writing style is still signature-DFW, but the subject matter is just dark, pessimistic, and patently unattractive. If you enjoyed Infinite Jest (which you probably did if you finished it) it’s absolutely no guarantee you’ll like oblivion.