Jonathan Franzen’s latest novel, Freedom, landed him on the cover of Time and earned him the title of the “Great American Novelist.” We’re all planning to read it but haven’t had the time yet. For one thing, it’s 562 pages long. For another, we’re terribly overworked and need to catch up on laundry and Curb Your Enthusiasm. To hold you over, here’s an excerpt of a review from friend of The Good Men Project, Jesse Kornbluth:
I doubt that the President has made his way through all 562 pages of “Freedom.” My wife and I have made it to the end. It required no effort of will, just a little negotiation (“I’ll take the kid to the beach if you’ll use the time to read”). That is how, on our final morning overlooking the pink sands where Corona makes its wish-you-were-there beer commercials, I staggered to the end, sobbing as I read the last ten pages. My wife finished the book while we waited for our baggage in New York, and then couldn’t speak for most of the cab ride home.
Read the full review here.
