'Infinite Jest' author's latest satires America

I first heard of David Foster Wallace while sitting in my high school library during senior study hall and flipping through an issue of Newsweek, while under the close scrutiny of the librarian, a 68-year-old harp player who often referred to herself as "The Rock," who had placed me in the "Quiet Chair" for an unnamed and unknown transgression. Sitting there, I was reading about this guy who had written a 900-page "comic masterpiece" with something along the lines of 120,000 typos in the drafts.