After many false starts I’m proud to announce I reached the end of the audio version.
Friends insisted I’d love Jonathan Franzen’s master work.
Without question Franzen is a genius in putting words together. His writing is smart, beautiful, poetic, surprising and insightful.
Yet I don’t recommend this book.
The rambling plot of The Corrections revolves around a miserable multi-generational dysfunctional family.
I agreed with Angela who said:
At no single point before the last 10 pages of this 566-page monster did I feel a shred of sympathy with any of the characters.
Franzen tries too hard. Includes too much. I’d love to see him try to tell a great story instead of being such a precious wordsmith.