As soon as it showed up on Amazon last fall, I pre-ordered David Foster Wallace's unfinished novel, The Pale King.
He died in September of 2008. It still hasn't been released yet.
This is one of those long-awaited things.
The novel is supposed to be about IRS agents and their heroic quest to overcome the tedium of their jobs. April 15th is the book's official release date. So you see, it's a joke. Tax day--ha.
But I got this notice from Amazon a few days ago that said my order had been shipped already. ETA? April 1st. So I'm thinking--hm. Am I really supposed to drive home today, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, imagining an Amazon package sitting on my front porch, the contents of which will recieve my undivided attention for days and days? Or would that be foolish...?