(B) 75% | More than SatisfactoryNotes: A scrapbook patchwork of previously published prose, lucid though largely forgettable, and expectedly hit and miss.

Ok, Jonathan Franzen. WE GET IT. You're a martyr for truth and beauty and all that is good because you read books and don't like technology and smoke cigarettes and still use a rotary telephone. You are a superior human being because you don't watch t.v. You could've said that all in one paragraph, but you chose to do it in 300 palpably crotchety, Andy Rooney-esque pages. As Shruti rightly pointed out, it is surprisingly refreshing to read an author who annoys the shit out of you, especially wit...

A girlfriend took this with her after we broke up (along with many, many other books of mine). So I guess she did a far better job of teaching me how to be alone than Mr. Franzen ever could.

How To Be Alone – a.k.a., How To Make Some Quick Cash Between NovelsFull disclosure: I love Jonathan Franzen, novelist. The Corrections and Freedom are two of my favourite novels written in the past couple of decades. And I can’t wait to read his new book, out this fall.But that’s Novelist Franzen. Do I really need to read Essayist Franzen? Especially when his prose is often fussy, whiny and awkward?Here are two random passages from his uneven 2002 collection, How To Be Alone (take a deeeeep br...

Subtitled, YOU KIDS AND YOUR VAN HALEN RECORDS. GET OFF MY LAWN! (by Jonathan Franzen.)

I've always been a big fan of Jonathan Franzen's first novel, The Twenty-Seventh City , and was excited by The Corrections when it first came out. I even liked Freedom, or at least I did while reading it, but found that it disappeared from my brain immediately thereafter, a signal I've grown to trust that says to me that whether the book is at fault or my brain is, the book-brain relationship is in any event a bit of a washout and it may soon be getting time to break up with the half of the rela...

This review has been revised and can now be found at Expendable Mudge Muses Aloud! I wish the title was more prophetic.

Franzen hits the target when literature is being discussed. The career-making accidental cri de coeur ‘Why Bother?’ and ‘The Reader in Exile’ and the Gaddis love-in-cum-demolition ‘Mr. Difficult’ are all sublime pieces, if a little uncertain. The more reflective, personal essays show Franzen’s likeable man-on-the-street intellectualism, especially the Alzheimer’s piece ‘My Father’s Brain’ and the hilarious Oprah-era insight ‘Meet Me in St. Louis.’ He is less successful when broadsheet feature wr...

to describe my objection to this book of essays i'm going to use a word that i don't quite understand in this context but that feels correct to me somehow: generous. these essays aren't very generous. i'd imagine they were cathartic to write. they certainly do a good job of demonstrating the author's intelligence. but in essay after essay, i found myself waiting for the part where i'd find out why i was supposed to give a fudge about what i was reading. to choose one example that crops up over a...

Perchance to BotherThis isn’t so much a review of the collection of essays called "How to Be Alone", but some responses to one of the essays, "Why Bother?" (also known as "The Harpers Essay" or "Perchance to Dream").I’ve probably read the essay in one form or another half-a-dozen times since it was first published in 1996. I have to admit that each time the experience has become less satisfactory.The essay is 42 pages long. Franzen cut about 25% of the Harper’s Essay and changed its name.Still,

So Jonathan Franzen doesn't know I exist and couldn't possibly have written this just to show up as confirmation during a week when I needed exactly this sort of confirmation, right? So it just felt that way.Also it could be the title attracted me because cultivating the sort of isolation required for reading and writing does mean being a little dangerously far from the herd and I am ambivalent about it, just as I have an odd little relationship with goodreads because it's a way of not being alo...

A lot of people bitch about Jonathan Franzen, and probably with good reason. Especially in a nation in which mainstream aesthetic values have become conflated with democracy (facepalm), he's viewed as an out-of-touch elitist, an academic leftist, who-- unlike other academic leftists-- actually winds up on bestseller lists, and thus forces his opinions into the national conversation. In fact, he's one of the few American writers today who actually seems willing to challenge the status quo, and fu...

I am sorry to say that this particular collection of essays turned out to be utterly boring. The only two of them, that are interesting are Why Bother? (a marvelous musings of Franzen over the importance of the novel and the reading as a whole as well as about the lesser interest towards literature in the modern world) and Meet Me at Saint Louis (you will learn the story of Franzen and Oprah`s dispute, how he was invited to be part of her book club with The Corrections and then uninvited because...

No offense to Jonathan Franzen—whose novels I’ve not yet read—but I was surprised by how much I enjoyed this collection of his essays. Surprised because many of them were written more than twenty years ago and are about subjects that I’m completely unfamiliar with. Who’d have thought than an essay about the Chicago Post Office (“Lost in the Mail,” 1994), for example, or the (hitherto unknown to me) American novelist William Gaddis (“Mr. Difficult,” 2002) would be so interesting?As an ex-smoker I...

Originally published over at my blog, The Grimoire Reliquary.Whatever you say about Jonathan Franzen (and there’s plenty to say, no small amount of it critical), you can’t deny the man his insight. He’s a fine writer, as this collection of republished essays proves; though they all originate in the 90s and very early 2000s, few come across as dated; the topics Franzen addresses continue toi bear relevance, twenty, thirty years on. Most of them, anyway.Like most essay collections, How To Be Alone...

Franzen is somewhat dark, but in a real world, plain in front of you real and dark. I like his explanations, his inclusion of family and his truthfulness. Perhaps his explanations are a mirror for me, but I had read a few of these essays before they appeared in this book. He is worth the poke of prod and read. He is infinitely human, and his work is readable, and ultimately, human in its dimension of honesty. I find it lovable and laudable, in that, he worries about readers understanding his wri...

The piece on his father's Alzheimer's disease alone is worth the four stars.

This book sounded interesting, but when it comes down to it, Jonathan Franzen's personality keeps getting in the way. He's got a pole up his ass, and he's so damned full of himself. Anything interesting he might have to say is mitigated by the annoyance caused by hearing his persnickety voice in my head. I might agree with some of his ideas if agreeing with him didn't make me feel somehow dirty.

The answer is books!

It's rare I find myself agreeing with the New york Times, Boston Globe and Chicago Tribune, but their descriptions of Jonathan Franzen as a "pompous prick, an "ego-blinded snob", and a "spoiled,whiny little brat" are spot on.While the language is just as complex and florid as in his novels, these essays reveal far to much about the man behind the typewriter, and none of it is flattering.

Franzen, we know you've been busy writing the Great American Novel and all, but you are overdue for a new collection of essays that embraces (or at least nods towards) the 21st century. Several of these essays claim a date somewhere in the 90's, but I swear his ode to rotary phones could be decades older. Has he not been introduced to the cell phone? He speaks of Touch-Tones as cutting edge communication devices. In 1995 he gave away a television that appears to have doubled as side table; how l...

I should preface this by saying that I don't really like books that are just repackaged essays or features from magazines, and if I'd been aware that that's what this was, I might not have been so eager to read it. As it was, I'd just finished reading 'The Corrections' and wanted to get my hands on anything Franzen related as soon as possible. This book slowed that urge to a screeching halt.It's not as if Franzen is a bad writer. Far from it. He's amazingly smart and talented, and surprisingly h...

Update: 13 November 2008 Franzen surprised me by saving the best for last. His second from the last essay, "Meet Me in St. Louis" turned out to be the best by far. It's the most personal and also brings the book back to where it started, his childhood home and mine, St. Louis. The first essay, "My Father's Brain" is about his father's slow drift into Alzheimers and the author's own reluctance to accept where his father's going. It is poignant in its understatedness. In "Meet Me in St. Louis" Fra...

The thing that I like about this book is that it's written by a fellow curmudgeon who likes to complain about the current state the world. Hey! I like to do that too! For most of the book Mr. Franzen bemoans the decline of the literary novel, the wastefulness of modern society, the miserly plight of the working author, the degeneration of culture and the questionable morality of the criminal justice system. He complains a lot.But Mr. Franzen's complaints are not like my complaints. That's to say...

What a stick in the mud.Jonathan Franzen should appeal to a guy like me: hip, Gen X, a thorough essayist and reporter, and a beloved New Yorker writer to boot. We share a certain level of technophobia and affection for found objects. What's not to love?First, he's one of these novelists who can't understand why nobody reads anymore, and his woe-is-me loathing for TV and pop culture becomes very, very wearying. Franzen is either (a) not a happy person at all, or (b) pretends to be unhappier than

There are thirteen essays making up this collection and though the theme is consistent - solitude, isolation, independence - the range is still broad and comprises topics as varied as writing, dementia, the prison system, city development etc. To me they all hold up very well with the exception of Lost in the Mail (about the postal system in Chicago; an excruciatingly dull subject and expose although I understand it's really about the breakdown of public society) and Erika Imports (too short to

He is a fairly pompous writer. I will start with that because it's important to know the tone from which you will be inflicted pages and pages of advice on how to be "proper" reader in today's society. This book is a series of essays written by Jonathan Franzen recently as well as revisited essays from his past. He laments the fall of the novelist, the over-importance put to privacy and the lack of care afforded to the the public, and deteriorating postal systems (this essay, I must be honest, I...

Firstly, you need to know, some of these essays have very little to do with the title of this book. And the ones that do touch on the topic tangentially.In fact, not until I was past a couple of these essays, did I realize that Franzen was not on about the "physical" isolation or aloneness per say but on a metaphysical level, which is ok. There are a couple of compelling paragraphs in here (not full essays or pages, it reduces down to paragraphs and lines), but most of it is overwritten. Seamles...

As a writer, I think this book of essays is bad for a person's soul. Franzen is a good writer, the arguments are interesting, and I would have a hard time denying he isn't on to something. For me, however, that something is a cynicism I find rather toxic. Ultimately, though I think his insistence that anything that doesn't stick to the Charles Dickens/Henry James model of the novel to be a waste of the readers time is about the most insecure reaction to experimental fiction going. I really liked...

What an odd collection.5* next to 1* essays here, a real jumble. For Franzen fans only. Do not come here looking for a new essayist or a cohesive collection. This is basically his diary before he was a best-seller. However, very critical insights into the state of the American postmodern novel and Western readership are buried here. I'll try bring that out on video.Video review coming soon.