I apologize for the deluge of David Foster Wallace posts recently, but this sentence from 3 Quarks Daily summed up my feelings about reading Wallace pretty well:
On nearly every page of Consider the Lobster or A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again he wrote something startling and funny and true that made me stop and announce, even to myself, Just look at what he did there. Look at that.
The piece is more broadly about how DFW may be remembered more for his non-fiction, which is more accessible, shorter, and depending on how you look at it, better. But he wanted to be remembered for his fiction, for his novels, for his high art:
There’s nothing crueler the gods can do to an artist than misalign his talents and passion.