Corrections.

The book I'm currently reading is called The Corrections and it was written by Jonathan Franzen. The story used to be that Mr. Franzen was the first person to tell Oprah to take her book club and shove it. The story now goes that the previous story was just a big misunderstanding and that the author was quoted out of context and that, in reality, he loves Oprah.
Anyways, he just came out with a new book, Freedom, and his interviews have been coming at me from every angle (Time magazine, the Onion, NPR). Because I have read several of these interviews, and since the only writing of his that I've read was a single essay from How To Be Alone (which would probably suit me better right now than it did four years ago), I decided I should familiarize myself with an entire novel.
I won't go as far as to review the book as I'm only about a fifth of the way through it, but I will say that I'm not impressed with that shape of the world if this man is being touted as one of the best writers of the decade. While I do agree that contemporaries of his flout their form to any annoying degree, Franzen's writing seems a little... stale? That's not the exact word I'm looking for, neither is "stressed," but I think I'm getting closer.
Closing time.