I’m halfway through INFINITE JEST by David Foster Wallace—a writer who escaped my notice until a few years ago, when posthumously his final novel, THE PALE KING, came out. Mike Schur did his thesis on Wallace and had been in touch with him, and was absolutely religious about his writing. And Mike had organized a reading in Los Angeles—excerpts from THE PALE KING. It was Henry Rollins, Adam Scott, myself, and a couple of other actors. That was my introduction to Wallace’s writing. And to continue in my fealty to Mike Schur, I decided to devour the massive feast that is INFINITE JEST.