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Gạch đồng gachdongtam — The thing that I like about this book is that it's written by a fellow curmudgeon who likes to complain about the current state the world. Hey! I like to do that too! For most of the book Mr. Franzen bemoans the decline of the literary novel, the wastefulness of modern society, the miserly plight of the working author, the degeneration of culture and the questionable morality of the criminal justice system. He complains a lot. But Mr. Franzen's complaints are not like my complaints. That's to say, his complaints are very well thought out and researched and filled with great vocabulary. The book may feel like almost three hundred pages of bitching, but for the most part it feels like constructive bitching, even if Franzen doesn't offer any cures for the societal ills he exposes. "Hey!" he yells, waving his arms, "America! Are you blind! Look at the mess we're in!" Franzen does what any sociologist is supposed to do: he holds up a mirror to American society. Or... American society circa 1996. Yes, a lot of these essays seem sadly dated (it adds a whole new level of irony to the book when Mr. Franzen complains that the breakneck speed at which technology is advancing has caused his typewriter to be replaced with CD-ROMs). Frequent references are made to the Clinton administration. I feel that the book is at its best when Franzen writes about things he loves like his family or New York or St. Louis. When he writes about things he loves it's easier to read. It doesn't take a book of essays by a respected author to know that the world is a dark, fucked-up place. Anyone can tell you that. Which is why we need to focus on the few lights left in it: home, family, love. I'd like to see somebody write at length about those things without resorting to Hallmark sentiment or cliche. I'd read essays about that.

Muhammad Faisal muhammad_faisal — My least-loved of the Maguire set. He refuses to deliver to the end, though even three years later, some of the text still floats through my head without warning. Beautifully written, but not the best executed of his novels.