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I think I went one book
too deep into Franzen's catalog. Granted, this is the second of his
three novels, but it certainly felt like a debut. It was all elbows
and knees; awkward personal interactions and inconsistent character
reactions. Plus there's this weird environmental and corporate responsibility
peachiness that is lame and predictable. The characters are less than
dynamic, and honestly pretty boring. The main character, Louis Holland,
is angry for reasons that I still don't quite get. His personality
is supposed to be complex, but comes off more like an asshole brat
who has no passion or care for anything. Oh, crap, I'm totally forgetting
the silly sidebar about abortion as well. Franzen was trying to talk
about religion, corporate greed, the environment, a woman's right
to choose, money and family all in one book--and failing at just about
every turn. I liked none of the characters, and cared about even less.
I don't care about injection wells or Northeastern earthquakes or
bratty losers. I guess I just didn't get the whole thing, and especially
didn't understand the matriarch's obsession with her inherited money,
and why she needed to hold onto it like a secret. This is one of the
weaker parts of the plot, and a piece that made me want to just put
the book down. I very rarely want to hustle through a book in order
to just get it over with, but this one hurt me on a daily basis. Okay,
that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I can't with a clear conscience
recommend this thing to anyone but maybe a very distant acquaintance.
Other titles by Jonathan Franzen:
The Corrections
Freedom
The Twenty-Seventh City
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