on jonathan franzen
Friday 21 April 2006 | I like a cookie
You know, our man Franzen is a cipher. First he’s contemptuous of everything in the world including but not limited to commercial publishing and himself; then he’s yukking it up with and mugging for some staff photographer, and selling The Corrections for a squillion benjamins. It’s a misanthropy of convenience. I have no patience for the man, no tolerance for his self-serving stance, and a great quantity of knee-weakening envy.
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