Monday, January 10, 2011

Freedom by Jonathan Franzen

I'm not a Franzenite. I didn't follow his Oprah-anointed rise to demi-god status. I've never washed his car or been in his living room. I thought this was his first book. Damn you, Jonathan Fanzen; who ARE you?!? You  won't find him in these pages and that anonymity is his greatest asset. Freedom isn't about Jonathan Franzen, it is a return to an almost Dickensian style of pure narrative. Characters rule the day. Characters so finely drawn that you will be unable to put this novel down for fear of what might happen to them in your absence.

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