
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
An extraordinary novel about the dynamics of a two-generational American family in the waning years of the 20th century. Thoroughly realistic, it shows an incisive portrayal of American society. The depth of character analysis and insightful depiction of social mechanisms remind me of Tolstoy's or Flaubert's best writing.
This long, sad, yet very funny novel offers so much! From the detailed analysis of marital crises and rituals of hostility between long-term couples, through investigation of Lithuanian society's transition from a directive-driven to a market economy, an unforgettable hallucinatory scene of a fight against feces, quotes from Schopenhauer and Aristotle, explorations of stock market bubble and bust mechanisms, highly metaphorical love scenes, the effects of Parkinson's disease on the human brain, haute cuisine preparation and presentation, a stinging caricature of the business side of the medical and pharmaceutical industry, to mathematical analysis of popular music. But most importantly, the novel is full of completely believable people, people who I could swear are real and whom I know well.
I love Mr. Franzen's writing style: metaphor-rich, intricate yet elegant, and incredibly erudite in each subject matter. How not to love the author's fun with using the word 'corrections' so many times in the novel, each time in a different context?
I realize that while many of us are interested in literature as, primarily, the advancement of a plot, as a story it tells, I am mainly interested in the writing, the prose, and the use of language itself. Thus, probably not everybody will be in utter awe — as I am — of the following passage:
"Alfred, by the phone, was studying the clock above the sink. The time was that malignant fiveishness to which the flu sufferer awakens after late afternoon fever dreams. A time shortly after five which was a mockery of five. To the face of clocks the relief of order - two hands pointing squarely at whole numbers - came only once an hour. As every other moment failed to square, so every moment held the potential of fluish misery."
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