Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Corrected
Just finished reading The Corrections by Franzen. At page 100 it was an effort on behalf of literature and self-betterment to continue. At 200, pushed onward by a spark of interest and hope. 300 passed uneventfully. At 400 commitment was overpowering curiosity, and by 500 it was mindless. 600 was knowledge mixed with desperation, a chunky appreciation of Franzen's prowess and ego welded to the need to have earned the right to simply close the cover the backwards way. Then I did; I had. The verdict? Uneven, and showing the strain of balancing all character and little plot. But a technical masterpiece, which I appreciate if nothing else as a literary engineer.
