I was intrigued by the sample for this book, I wanted to get to know the characters presented in that snippet. However, what interested me about the presented ways of one of the main characters never reappeared, it was a cleaver but not truly representative description. I did listen to the whole book, but at times I wondered why. These people were so self-absorbed, so selfish, so non-reflective about themselves, expect in the most painstakingly situational way that I wanted to shake them. I know enough people who can't get out of their own way, I don't want to spend my leisure time stuck listening to them as well. Not much here, if you want to understand what makes us most profoundly human.
Reading these reviews of Jonathan Franzen's "Freedom a Novel" certainly proves the old maxim "do not argue over matters of taste." I hesitate to post my review, as I don't really have the right to review a book I did not finish. However, as I grow older I find my time is too valuable and life too short to bother with books I hate so vehemently, and I feel I must spare some innocent Audible fan so many hours of pain and boredom. In a nutshell: I hated the characters, didn't care anything about them, and very, very strongly disliked the narrator. b e w a r e
The book was kind of interesting at first. That is, in the character it created. However, after a couple chapters I began to ask myself, "What's the point."
I guess if one likes to peer into the fictional lives of others, it might be interesting. I have never been one to appreciate gossip, especially when it is made-up gossip.
There was no learning or inspiration with this novel. It was just a bunch of fictional dirt about fictional lives.
I generaly agree with Oprah's choices but I don't know what happened to this one. I kept reading because I thought it would get better. It never did. An entire family of self-involved weirdos. Who knew! Don't waste your points.
The worst book I have downloaded yet! The reader is nasaly and the book has no plot, nothing likeable about the characters, not believable. I think it's very difficult for a male author to take on a woman's perspective. Got through the half of part I and cannot continue- big fat DELETE!
I only made it 1/4 through. Just didn't care enough for the main character (Patty) to tolerate her self-indulgence and dysfunction. And something about the narrator's snide tone started to become intolerable. I tried to stick out out, but the benefits were repeatedly exceeded by the displeasure.
I read reviews before starting this book, but it's on Oprah's book club. How far off the mark could she be. OMG - seriously don't believe the hype. This book is BORING. I read books for the story, away from my life, not for a story that is more boring than my life. This book makes me want to kill myself. Ok. Ok. Not really. That may be a little dramatic. Drama is something you don't get from this novel. Its getting two stars only because I plan on finishing it, if I couldn't finish then it'd get one. ;)
Reading this brought a lot of Woody Allen to mind, except that as comedies of manner go the story is heavily preoccupied with the emotional dross of our post-Nixonian American condition, and because of that the story never quite takes flight. I was reminded also of Ingmar Bergman's Scenes from a Marriage, because Franzen allows his characters free reign to work through the many pages of relationship dialectic that gives a novel of sentiment its engrossing inscrutability. Scenes from a Marriage, and other later Bergman movies, remain concise for all their laborious, winding verbal argument, because each point-counterpoint provides a glimpse into the novelty of the warring characters. The romantic or fraternal arguments of Freedom tend more toward a housekeeping routine, dusting off familiar heirlooms for several pages. It is somehow still engrossing, and I'm inclined to believe that it meets the requirements of a successful novel. The Berglunds and the people in their orbits endure decades of perfectly normal disappointment, and narrative arcs that require a considerable investment of a reader's emotional attention seek perhaps to formalistically reinforce these disappointments endemic to contemporary freedom by resolving flatly, or in the worst case of Joey Berglund, dissipatorily. It is not dark but it is a sincerely dim work of fiction, wrought by a genuine Eeyore.
On the audio recording:
LeDoux isn't bad... I agree with other reviewers that he appropriately applies tones of sarcasm and cynical reserve, yet has a range of tender modes that fit well when the going gets rough. I'm a listener who prefers less character acting for the presentation of multiple voices in the narrative. LeDoux does well with the 3 primary characters, especially as they grow over time. He handles Joey's voice spastically for such a keep-your-cool young man, and his rendition of Lalitha's accent is atrociously bungled, a serious disservice given the importance of her role.