Reading Franzens ‘The Corrections’. How selfish & judgemental and petty & malicious is the harsh reality.
But the absence of joy & love & hope is desperate.
It is a book that dispises its midwestern righteousness, yet presents a righteousness of its own in the liberal live & let live anti judgementalism. What happens to chip?
I wonder is the book a microcosm of American culture? The old puritans, the materialistic corporate boss, the sold out artist, the free wheeling youth. It is monochrome – where is the ethicity?
Bored & mildly depresssed by the novel I shall return it to the shelf and turn my thoughts to what I should do to make a difference