I don’t know Jonathan Franzen. He could be a very upbeat person. But he has not helped my mood this week.
Wednesday morning, I was already annoyed. The Sound of Music Sing-A-Long Event was a bust. No one sang. No one came in costume. My kids and I? WE sang. WE are fun. WE came to play. But the rest of the lamo crowd of 20+ Sound of Music ‘aficionados’ who didn’t even SING or know the dialogue left me Wednesday morning with a “What’s the world coming to?” hangover.
Then I couldn’t get online. You can imagine how that went.
That’s fine. I’ll read. I’ll get under my new QVC Northern Lights Seafoam Green Down Coverlet (that may or may not have been ordered after a few Coronas since, in person, it resembles a bedspread I slept under in 1990 at a Days Inn in Austin, Texas.) and read.
With 100+ pages to go in Jonathan Franzen’s new book Freedom, I snuggle in. Freedom started with a bang. In the first 20 pages, Mr. Franzen covers 15 years, puts us IN Walter and Patty Berglund’s suburban Minnesota home, hooks us on several secondary characters AND provides dialogue and character motivation. IN TWENTY PAGES. It takes me 500 words to describe my lunch!
The book is about the everyman Berglands, who meet in college, fall in love, have two kids and yada yada yada. Nothing special, right? Which makes Mr. Franzen’s writing extra-special due to the fact that everyone from Imus to Oprah is talking about Freedom and calling it the next ‘Great American Novel’.
Religion, politics, American ethnocentricities, the music scene, parasitic personalities, race relations, socialism v. capitalism, commercialism v. art, hard work v. silver spoon. YUP. It’s all in there. And More. Depression, familial demons, alcoholism. Our central characters experience the joys and pain of love and sex , sibling love and hatred and marital love and hatred. So much goes on…and yet so little. There are some bright spots and definitely some LOL’s, but the majority of Freedom could be construed as sad or bad- depending on where you land on the Optimism Scale.
I’d say Mr. Franzen is a sociological genius to sum up the last 100 or so years of American culture in only 505 (*yes, ONLY) pages through the seemingly non-descript life of a suburban couple and their two kids.
Idealism v Realism is my favorite theme in the book. And while the Idealist character is our faultless hero, does his idealism, in the end, become his Achilles heel? (I don’t know cuz I’m not spending the day in bed today to finish it and getting all depressed again.)
Jill
Read Freedom and let me know. While excruciatingly well written, I need someone else to help me psychoanalyze Mr. Franzen. I think this book does have ‘something for everybody’….Of course I think that. I am the eternal optimist. Maybe that’s why I still liked the book despite it’s sobering messages. And MAYBE that’s why I ordered the seafoam green Northern Lights Down Coverlet in the first place…?! The eternal optimist in me thought it would look less Aunt Myrtle’s Room at Whispering Pines and much more Nuevo Posh Shabby Chic. I could stand to be more little more real and pessimistic. Score one for Mr. Franzen.

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