But to "BIWHM" itself, while it is at times up to Wallace's usual standard of excellence in terms of being very funny and thoughtful, and though it definitely captures something unique with its repeated and experimental Q&(mostly just)As of the eponymous men, I think ultimately it gets a little too cute and a little too self-aware with respect to ironical use of quotation marks and meta-fictional elements that, for example, excessively involve the author in the narration -- or maybe not the author per se but a narrator planted by said author and who (this overly self-aware narrator) is sufficiently removed from the narrative so as to distract more than a little from it, more than is wanted by me to be sure. Yes, it is fair and correct to argue that this is what he's going for, but for my tastes his writing / artist "body" is overextended and it becomes a rather huge chore to read, almost to the point that I'd rather not.
I feel I'm being fair with regard to my criticism of "BIWHM" especially because I really enjoyed the more recent Wallace short story collection "Oblivion" and was drawn in by all of its stories (in particular "The Soul is Not a Smithy") save the one for which the book is named, i.e. the short story "Oblivion." And "Oblivion" matches the same ambitious but unfortunately irritating to me use of quotation (or finger flexion, in the case of one of the hideous being interviewed) and just simply put over-indulgent self-awareness that, again, while funny and interesting at times always leaves me trudging through one of his stories to get to the end, whereupon I hope for and often receive a different story that is more to my liking.
So that's it. That's all I've got.