Sunday, September 5, 2010

Labor Way

For those of you who stopped by before, thanks for reading and commenting.  I decided to delete that post because it didn't sit right with me. 


Need a book to believe in? Boy, have I got the one for you. Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom is a novel for the ages. The one phrase that keeps leaping to mind is Dave Eggers’ tongue-in-cheek title, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. But without the irony.

Franzen’s writing effortlessly illuminates this cross-generational story of familial break-up and fragile redemption, while the characters—real, flawed, heartbreakingly human—emerge in full brilliance. His canvas is large, and his stroke is sure.  I didn't read this book; I lived it.


Grimmgirl said...

That's putting a lot out there, Sarah! I enjoyed this post a lot!

the walking man said...

You just made me realize that next week I will have lived half my life without my "dad." If you want to know what it was like for me to be around him you could have stopped writing at the first comma.

The one thing he gave me was that I know there are no tracks I will leave behind me when I am gone that will matter, no thought or work that will not be blown away by the winds of my passing.

What would fuck his head up would be the knowing that I am completely content with that knowledge.

Melissa Sarno said...

This is such a fantastic post. Thank you for sharing it with us. To this day, I aim to please both of my parents and often strive for that approval. I think it's something that's hard to shake. "If your step is true, you’ve truly won." I think that's a great reminder...

Charles Gramlich said...

The first time I let my mom read anything by me it hurt her feelings. I had no idea she'd take one piece of it personally. I never gave her anything else to read and always told her not to read my books, even though I gave her copies. There are some things that just don't communicate across the generations.