the corrections.

the corrections by jonathan franzen gave me the same brick in the stomach feeling i get while walking around the neighborhood i grew up in with my mother while she comments on which neighbors have died, divorced, gotten married, been in and out of rehab, or grown up to disappoint their parents.

don’t get me wrong, in typical franzen fashion it was ambitious, sprawling, and entertaining. it just broke my heart a little to stare so intently at how families cope with change and loss.