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Patty and Walter Berglund were the new pioneers of old St. Paul—the gentrifiers, the hands-on parents, the avant-garde of the Whole Foods generation. Patty was the ideal sort of neighbor, who could tell you where to recycle your batteries and how to get the local cops to actually do their job. She was an enviably perfect mother and the wife of Walter's dreams. Together with Walter—environmental lawyer, commuter cyclist, total family man—she was doing her small part to build a better world.
But now, in the new millennium, the Berglunds have become a mystery. Why has their teenage son moved in with the aggressively Republican family next door? Why has Walter taken a job working with Big Coal? What exactly is Richard Katz—outré rocker and Walter's college best friend and rival—still doing in the picture? Most of all, what has happened to Patty? Why has the bright star of Barrier Street become "a very different kind of neighbor," an implacable Fury coming unhinged before the street's attentive eyes?
In his first novel since The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen has given us an epic of contemporary love and marriage. Freedom comically and tragically captures the temptations and burdens of liberty: the thrills of teenage lust, the shaken compromises of middle age, the wages of suburban sprawl, the heavy weight of empire. In charting the mistakes and joys of Freedom's characters as they struggle to learn how to live in an ever more confusing world, Franzen has produced an indelible and deeply moving portrait of our time.
From Publishers Weekly
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Dis book no gud
This is a great and important book to read. A true marvel.
A steaming pile of garbage
Once again, Franzen has pulled the wool over the eyes of the so-called critics, who have had a field day gushing over this unreadable horse manure. It must be some sort of mass critic hysteria, because nothing else could explain it.
Franzen's prose is boring - yes, the prose itself, the basic building blocks of the novel. Oh, the story is dreadfully dull, too, don't you worry, but the very prose itself has soporific qualities not seen since laudanum was first introduced.
In his first rocket ship to mediocrity, The Corrections - a title meant to be an oh-not-so-subtle reference to Wm. Gaddis' The Recognitions (a true masterpiece), Franzen escaped the wrath of most reviewers because the novel could actually be read without gagging, and thereafter the critical lemming mass subconsciously decided it would follow this pied piper over the cliff anytime. But it simply amazes that this fraud has again caused the mindless morons who are our critics to applaud an even more meaningless and uninteresting work.
I would ask for my money back even though the book was a gift!