George Saunders's New Yorker Victory Lap

I just read "Victory Lap," a new short story by George Saunders. I was impressed by it, much more so than by "Al Roosten," which appeared in the New Yorker last February. "Al Roosten" was funny, of course, and well written, but it seemed too much like a reworking of his story "Winky" in the collection Pastoralia. Poking fun at a pathetic, sad, rambling person assailed by pop culture. "Victory Lap" is intense, and I won't spoil the ending, but merely say that its form is experimental, though the story has a driving good/evil life-or-death struggle at its heart. Saunders inserts French and Latin phrases, has he done this before? He also uses {these brackets}. I would say they are {effective}. How very "Wallacian" of him. This latest story probably has his most believable evil character, though as you would expect, he (the character) is not unfunny. Saunders too, cannot be unfunny: "Mom and Dad would be heartsick if they could hear the swearing he sometimes did in his head, such as crap-cunt shit-turd dick-in-the-ear butt-creamery."