Next time you're moving into a new apartment alone in a new area of town and you have nothing to do because your boss is on vaca, make sure you don't read Jonathan Franzen's "The Corrections" unless you want to cry yourself to sleep at night and have mini panic attacks about the symbiotic relationship between someone else's writing and your own life.
The Corrrections (thus far...I've only read the first 200 pages) is all about East Coast longing, adult-onset misanthropy, terrible parents who show their love by nagging and wishing you were someone else, the burdens of a good education, and the terrors of being a lonely writer. Some reviewer lady on the back cover called the book "darkly funny" but I think she meant "just plain bleak."
My parents are wonderful people, but that doesn't stop me from being able to relate to all the themes of this book.
Update! I'm not reading it anymore! Aren't blogs fascinating repositories of knowledge?
1 comment:
keep reading, just skip the cruise delusion section.
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