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The success of the collection stems from balancing the gloom of racism with Evans wry commentary. The snarky narrative voice cuts deeply. These stories are now even more necessary. Slices of life, each piece in Corrections captures its own mood, hums to distinct rhythms, and locates unique spaces for empathy and pain and catharsis. Henry—level glee. The titular novella [is] a masterpiece of tension and mystery.

The hands-down masterpiece of the collection is the title novella. Reading these stories is like that amusement park ride—afterward, you feel a sense of lightness and exhilaration. Danielle Evans continues to write provocative fiction about people of color, raising questions about who gets to dictate our national narrative.

Evans will really blow your mind, leaving you to put the pieces back together. Incisive, nuanced, and deliciously complex, each of these stories proves that Evans is a bravura talent. Prepare for this provocative novella to stay with you long after you reach the final page. But the standout is the titular novella, which imagines a government department that is mandated to correct historical inaccuracies.

These stories are sly and prescient, a nuanced reflection of the world we are living in, one where the rules are changing, and truth is mutable and resentments about nearly everything have breached the surface of what is socially acceptable. These stories are wickedly smart and haunting in what they say about the human condition.

Her language is nimble, her sentences immensely pleasurable to read, and in every single story there is a breathtaking surprise, an unexpected turn, a moment that will leave you speechless, and wanting more. And she keeps getting better.

And to limit her to her own generation overlooks the keen eye Evans has placed on the continuum of American history and all its attendant complications of race, gender, class, popular culture, and representation.

Evans wields these issues like a sly, acerbic blade, and she uses it to cut to the quick. Her work is so good that when you sit down with it, everything else ceases to exist. The stories in The Office of Historical Corrections move and breathe.

The book is a beating heart. Each detail meticulously builds on the last, leading to satisfying, unforeseeable plot twists. The language is colorful and drenched with emotion. Necessary narratives, brilliantly crafted. While every story offers a discrete narrative, recurring themes of pain, loss, fear, and failed relationships give the collection a sense of unity. The title novella is the crowning jewel. Start earning points for buying books! Uplift Native American Stories.

Add to Bookshelf. Read An Excerpt. Nov 09, ISBN Add to Cart. Buy from Other Retailers:. Nov 10, ISBN Audiobook Download. Paperback —. Add to Cart Add to Cart. Other editions. Enlarge cover. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen. The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen. Winner of the National Book Award for Fiction Nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award An American Library Association Notable Book Jonathan Franzen's third novel, The Corrections , is a great work of art and a grandly entertaining overture to our new century: a bold, comic, tragic, deeply moving family drama that stretches from the Midwest at mid-century to Wall Street and Eastern Europe in the age of greed and globalism.

Franzen brings an old-time America of freight trains and civic duty, of Cub Scouts and Christmas cookies and sexual inhibitions, into brilliant collision with the modern absurdities of brain science, home surveillance, hands-off parenting, do-it-yourself mental healthcare, and the anti-gravity New Economy. With The Corrections , Franzen emerges as one of our premier interpreters of American society and the American soul. Enid Lambert is terribly, terribly anxious.

Although she would never admit it to her neighbors or her three grown children, her husband, Alfred, is losing his grip on reality. Maybe it's the medication that Alfred takes for his Parkinson's disease, or maybe it's his negative attitude, but he spends his days brooding in the basement and committing shadowy, unspeakable acts. More and more often, he doesn't seem to understand a word Enid says. Trouble is also brewing in the lives of Enid's children.

Her older son, Gary, a banker in Philadelphia, has turned cruel and materialistic and is trying to force his parents out of their old house and into a tiny apartment. The middle child, Chip, has suddenly and for no good reason quit his exciting job as a professor at D College and moved to New York City, where he seems to be pursuing a "transgressive" lifestyle and writing some sort of screenplay.

Meanwhile the baby of the family, Denise, has escaped her disastrous marriage only to pour her youth and beauty down the drain of an affair with a married man--or so Gary hints. Enid, who loves to have fun, can still look forward to a final family Christmas and to the ten-day Nordic Pleasurelines Luxury Fall Color Cruise that she and Alfred are about to embark on. But even these few remaining joys are threatened by her husband's growing confusion and unsteadiness.

As Alfred enters his final decline, the Lamberts must face the failures, secrets, and long-buried hurts that haunt them as a family if they are to make the corrections that each desperately needs.

Get A Copy. Paperback , pages. More Details Original Title. Jude, Illinois United States. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Corrections , please sign up. Did anyone else find this book as tedious, unlike the prescient Strong Motion's story that moved along with plot, character development that required less distraction? Melody So late into this conversation, but I wish I had read these comments before I wasted my time.

I couldn't even finish it. When I told my friend I was s …more So late into this conversation, but I wish I had read these comments before I wasted my time. When I told my friend I was slogging through it I knew it was time to quit.

Can't get into this book? Bl Late reply, but I couldn't either. It took me a very long time to finish it. At one point I left it behind at a restaurant, and didn't even notice it …more Late reply, but I couldn't either.

At one point I left it behind at a restaurant, and didn't even notice it had been there for 2 weeks. The characters are totally unlikable people. A lot like my family. In fact, after reading this book, I think of it often, which is ironic. I think he captures the nails-on-a-chalkboard feeling some families cause.

People behaving badly, yet believing they are successful and even virtuous. See all 15 questions about The Corrections…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details.

More filters. Sort order. Start your review of The Corrections. The unprecedented print run, as well as low sale numbers and high return rates, led to overcrowding. Some bookstores resorted to giving away copies for free, but recipients usually passed them on to unsuspecting friends, like fruitcake.

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This keeps the copies of Jonathan Franzen's novel The Corrections from becoming too self-conscious. Jenkins' Left Behind series. Few manage to find good homes. Some bolder, braver copies of Jonathan Franzen's novel The Corrections occasionally venture forth into the Ts, to hide among Tolstoy and Trollope, but are usually ambushed by gangs of Edith Wharton novels and never seen again. Finally took steps to get rid of the infestation, but I decided to read it first. And now it's time to put Jonathan Franzen's novel The Corrections out of its misery.

Its characters range from dull to awful, the story takes way too long to go nowhere, and yet the writing--the goddamn writing! Jonathan Franzen can craft a delicious sentence, I'll grant him that. But I had little desire to read this book and I have no desire to read his others, so I'm going to box up this copy of Jonathan Franzen's novel The Corrections , drop it at the back door of the nearest thrift store, and run like hell.

Goodbye, little Jonathan Franzen's novel The Corrections. I hope you find a good home. Now if you'll excuse me, Edith Wharton awaits. View all comments. Anna I bought it in a thrift store in Gibraltar DG Haha love your review! This book was painful. Sep 04, Angela rated it did not like it Recommends it for: people dying a slow and painful death and want to make it worse.

Shelves: modern-canon. Please know that I will not be interacting with any comments as I remember almost nothing about this novel other than the repulsion I felt toward it. I cannot add anything worthwhile to a discussion or engage in any intelligent discourse unless I read it again That being said, anyone using the comments section to make a personal attack on my character or ability as a reader a decade ago, mind you , will have their comment deleted.

Kindly agree to disagree and move along. I can think of no other way to describe this thing. I really, really despised almost everything about The Corrections. I finished it solely so that I could write a horrible review and have it be valid. At no single point before the last 10 pages of this page monster did I feel a shred of sympathy with any of the characters. There were several moments where I thought Franzen would have been better off writing dialogue-for-the-average-Joe instead of the trumped up and out of place Dawson's Creek-esque vocabulary in almost every human interaction.

His insistence on using the "cent word" at every turn made reading the story choppy at best I also couldn't help but see the author in a lot of his characters' worst personality traits. Annoying hipster-lecher I'm-better-than-capitalism-but-still-depend-on-it Chip. Whiny too-good-for-anyone Gary. Ungrateful I'm-a-bitch-but-require-all-your-love-and-attention Denise. The parents? Alfred is the only one for whom I felt any sympathy and that didn't happen until the last dregs of the book Enid's issues rubbed me the wrong way for many reasons, not the least of which being that I could see my own mother in her I know that I'll never understand the praise this book received from critics and readers I do wish, however, that I could meet some of the people who relate it so easily to real life.

Meeting them, perhaps, would truly terrify me. View all 97 comments. Lynne Power I am always happy to find a new author especially one who is recognised. I am still struggling through weeks after starting sometimes picking it up to I am always happy to find a new author especially one who is recognised. I am still struggling through weeks after starting sometimes picking it up to only read three ages before having had enough.

I am pleased to see I am not the only reader to find this book boring, beyond slow and unengaging. DG Your review is spot on! Jul 08, Kemper rated it really liked it Shelves: , plain-old-fiction , modern-lit , we-are-family. And when a shotgun was introduced late in the novel, I read the rest of it with my fingers crossed while muttering "Please please please please please please The father, Alfred, was a workaholic middle manager for a railroad and he's the kind of joyless repressed bastard that considered all pleasures frivolous and taking a coffee break as a massive character flaw.

He deserves it. Enid is the mother. Seriously, Franzen? Through most of the book, Enid has her heart set on one last family Christmas at the house in St. Jude, and the evil bitch will stop at nothing to get it. Gary is the oldest and a successful investment adviser in Philly, but he married a woman who wants all ties severed with his family and has a special way of getting his sons to join her in her efforts.

Someone should pimp slap him so hard that his fillings fly out of his teeth. Chip, the middle son, is a waste of skin with a special talent for self-destruction. He torched his academic career as a professor just as he was about to get tenure by having an affair with a student and then becoming obsessed with her. Denise is the one character that I actually had some sympathy for.

The weird thing is that even though I loathed the Lamberts and almost every supporting character, too, that I actually enjoyed this book. However, I have to admit that I found this compelling reading. Maybe I was into it for all the wrong reasons.

Namely, that I hated the Lamberts so much that their continued suffering brought sweet tears of joy to my eyes. View all 37 comments. That absolutely nothing changes except that you see things differently and you're less fearful and less anxious and generally stronger as a result: isn't it amazing that a completely invisible thing in your head can feel realer than anything you've experienced before?

You see things more clearly and you know that you're seeing them more clearly. And it comes to you that this is what it means to love life, this is all anybody who talks seriously about God is ever talking about.

Moments like this. Not economic ones like the rest of the country, although money does underline everything they worry about. The whole family, in a myriad of ways, is each on the verge of their very own unique self-destruction. Sometimes we have to crash to correct.

Alfred is the father, a Kansan, who believed in hard work and honest labor. He has always been moody, self-contained, in many ways He was an amateur chemist and made an important discovery that for unknowable reasons it will be revealed later in the book refuses to fight for his rights to be richly rewarded. It drives his oldest son Gary nuts. Both versions incensed him.

I admit there are several moments when I too felt the urge to strangle Alfred. He is from a generation and geography where a man makes decisions, and never feels the need to explain himself. Tears nor threats will move him to give you the reasons that led him to his decisions. Gary is an investment banker in Philadelphia. He has a beautiful wife named Caroline and three sons. He is fighting with his wife more regularly than normal, and she insists that he is clinically depressed. He believes, and is not just paranoid about this issue, that his wife is manipulating events behind his back, subtly turning his sons against him.

She denies everything, concedes nothing. He finds her in pain from her back and realizes as angry as he is…. He talks down to his mother. He is furious and almost unhinged with his father. He is dismissive of his siblings. His lust for his wife is inspired as much by his desire to try and control her as it is about physical contact. Her fights with him heightens all kinds of feelings of desire. He is almost snobbishly gleeful in his fidelity to her, but as he revels in his superiority there are also other issues knocking around in his head.

Certainly he was in love with fidelity; certainly he got an erotic kick out of adhering to principle; but somewhere between his brain and his balls a wire was also perhaps coming loose, because when he mentally undressed and violated this little redhaired girl his main thought was how stuffy and undisinfected he would find the site of his infidelity--a coliform-bacterial supply closet, a Courtyard Marriott with dried semen on the walls and bedspreads….

Chip is the middle child, a teacher at a college when we first meet him. He involves himself with a student who pursued him relentless not so much out of sexual attractiveness, but that she needed his help on a paper for another class. Classic barter system; that unfortunately for Chip, is discovered.

After he is fired he writes a breast obsessed first draft of a screenplay called The Academy Purple. It is really horrible. He loses yet another girlfriend, Julia who's boss decides that she needs to upgrade boyfriends. With zero prospects in NY Chip decides to fly to Lithuania to help defraud American investors; greed can always be exploited. After cratering over the loss of his young college lover that left him snuffling his furniture for any residual essence of her nether regions, Chip is getting over lost girlfriends quicker helped by fantasy detours about a bartender he just met.

Who looked about thirty-nine herself. He wanted to fill his hands with her smoky hair. He imagined that she lived in a rehabbed tenement on East Fifth, he imagined that she drank a beer at bedtime and slept in faded sleeveless tops and gym shorts, that her posture was weary, her navel unassumingly pierced, her pussy like a seasoned baseball glove, her toenails painted the plainest basic red. He wanted to feel her legs across his back, he wanted to hear the story of her forty-odd years.

He felt like a piece of paper that had once had coherent writing on it but had been through the wash. He felt roughened, bleached, and worn out along the fold lines. She has a history of being attracted to older men which probably has something to do with her uneasy relationship with her father. After her marriage to a colleague, twice her age, falls to pieces she is done with men and decides to try her luck with women.

With mixed results. She gets an opportunity of a lifetime when she meets a young entrepreneur, a member of the recently wealthy who decides he wants to open a restaurant.

He wants Denise to be his chef and he wants her in his bed. She resists, barely, intent on not letting sex destroy this opportunity for her. Kudos for trying to break a bad pattern. Good thinking She enjoys the fact that older men really appreciate her shapely body.

The sexual attraction that males and females have for her compels her forward in a relationship long past the time when any of it is still pleasurable for her. He is an albatross around her neck; and yet, she still loves him. She desperately clings to the idea of the whole Lambert family coming together one more time in St. Jude for Christmas. If you are someone who likes to read books where you like the characters you might struggle with this book.

It is natural to want someone in a story that you can root for. As Jonathan Franzen unpacks these characters he exposes those things that are generally hidden beneath our clothes like a nasty wart near a nipple or cellulite on our butt cheeks. The type of flaws we would prefer to be seen in half-light, not the glaring brightness of daylight. I started out not liking any of these characters, their flaws were dominating their inherently good qualities, but as Franzen so deftly unspools more revelations I became more and more sympathetic.

We get pieces and sometimes those are the best pieces, and sometimes we only see someone at their worst moment. We never have the whole story that might make sense out of the senseless. We have a tendency to ignore our own flaws and castigate those same flaws in others.

View all 95 comments. Nov 11, Books Ring Mah Bell rated it it was amazing. My first Franzen. Really I don't even know how to start this review. I could begin, I suppose, by discussing the pure perfection of his writing. On the other hand, I can't give this a full 5 stars. Or can I? Yeah, it was well written. The depth of the characters and the storyline maybe just a hair short of phenomenal.

Why do I bother with fiction? I feel gui My first Franzen. I feel guilty, as if I should be learning something instead. Is the desire to read this type of fiction some sort of voyeuristic fetish? Peek into some fictional character's life and say, "Hell, I've got it good! Do I, as a reader, get anything out of it at all, beyond perhaps some mindless entertainment? Do I have to? In The Corrections, Franzen absolutely nails not literally each member of a dysfunctional average!??!

Mom borders on neurotic. Dad is demented. Kids all screwed up in their own way. The following excerpt: "He'd had the sense moments earlier that Caroline was on the verge of accusing him of being depressed. He would forefit his moral certainties; every word he spoke would become a symptom of disease, he would never again win an arguement.

And real. Somehow Franzen manages to put the "fun" in dysfunctional. Far from "mindless", The Corrections tunes you in to each family member and their flaws.

In reading, you may recognize yourself in one of the characters, stop and think, "oh no! I'm that jerk! That bitch is just like my sister! You work with them. God forbid, you are related to them! But it is real. All the imperfections, the misunderstandings, the yearning, the love, the hate It IS about being a human being. And it is done very damn well. This is NOT my last Franzen. View all 21 comments. Sep 25, Paul Bryant rated it it was amazing Shelves: novels. The reader is a friend, not an adversary, not a spectator.

Hmm, well, maybe. I can't think Hugh Selby had very friendly thoughts when he wrote his brilliant Last Exit to Brooklyn , it reads like he wants to shove all of us into a landfill site and have done with the human race. But quite often that's a good attitude for a writer to have. Some books you walk around and poke sticks at, they're designed that way; some books you take your machete and hack into the meat and the filth and the hell with any bystanders getting splattered, they shouldn't be bystanding so close if their fine suits mean that much to them.

Some books you can have round for tea with mama. So I disagree with rule 1. Garrison Keillor musta got a real fat wad for Lake Wobegon then. Likewise Dickens. I'm not sure what this rule really means. Maybe it's just like a tie with a drawing of a fish on it. Substituting "then" is the lazy or tone-deaf writer's non-solution to the problem of too many "ands" on the page. Okay JF okay. Deep breaths - put your head between your legs. You do this, you say that. That's just wrong. Only one book gets away with that, which is An American Tragedy by Theodore Drieser, which is quite brilliant.

But after that one - no second person! You is fired! E Annie Proulx - look away now! Naw, I think I see what he's getting at but naw. If you marshall your research well, you create a world, you're doing good. Who was that woman who lived in a box in England and wrote about Alaska? I reviewed it too - my memory is going down the drain. Ah yes, The Tenderness of Wolves. Anyway, that was pretty good. So no to rule 5.

Sounds like bollocky bollocks to me. Does this actually mean anything? Ah, grasshopper, you have much to learn. Come on, JF, you're a great writer, don't bullshit us. Also wrong because these days employers can firewall all porn and gambling and social networking sites.

But here, they don't think of Goodreads as a social networking site, so shhhh, don't tell them! He's galumphing again. The Corrections has one really naff section, where it turns into a stupid farce about post-Soviet Lithuania and gangsters and stuff, really bad.

Otherwise I thought it was tough, tender, relentless even, but sadly, full of interesting verbs. Fail yourself, Jonathan. View all 47 comments.

Not only does his understanding of complex, familial relationships fascinate me, but his ability to capture these characters—all five of them, I might add—with such depth I think that is what really drew me in as a reader. I mean, these are people who are so flawed emotionally and so utterly selfish inherently, and yet each of them has this capacity for loving one another even while recognizing their inability to stand each other for more than five minutes at a time: in a sense they are more human than most humans.

And Franzen knows how to write a sentence, my God. All this book did was remind me why I love to read. He spends his time doing nothing in a basement inhabited by dust-colored crickets that may or may not exist, slipping deeper into Parkinson's dementia every day.

Enid is a bottomless reservoir of bourgeois neuroses and received opinions who, as one of her children puts it, thinks about Christmas the way other people think about sex. Her single-minded insistence that everybody come back to St. Jude for "one last Christmas" is the closest thing to a plot engine that "The Corrections" has.

Gary, Chip and Denise, the Lambert children, on the other hand, live in real cities of the East Coast, recognizable metropolitan America circa Communication between their sphere and St. Jude is problematic at best. Fired from his academic job after an affair with a freshman student, Chip struggles with an atrocious screenplay and contributes unpaid articles to a postmodern journal in New York called the Warren Street Journal. Enid willfully mishears this and tells her friends he now works at the Wall Street Journal.

Based on cryptic remarks made by control-freak Gary, an investment banker who has inherited St. Jude's morality but not its aesthetics, Enid also becomes fixated on the idea that Denise, a gourmet chef in Philadelphia, is sleeping with a married man.

This isn't true at all; she's sleeping with a married woman. When we first meet Chip, he seems like the novel's most plausible protagonist: He's urbane, well-educated, handsome and on the go.

But he's also a feckless deadbeat hipster with leather pants and a steel earring, who steals bartenders' tips and humps his couch on lonely evenings, imagining he can still smell illicit traces of his ex-girlfriend on the upholstery. Essentially he bails out on us too; he can't even be trusted to be the hero of a satirical novel and runs off to Lithuania with a guy who looks almost exactly like him, leaving his parents stranded in his Manhattan apartment.

In fact, any of the three kids could be the protagonist of a novel and each, in this novel, is found wanting. Battling his own slide into alcoholism and depression, uptight yuppie Gary fights bitterly with everyone: his stubborn dad, his hysterical mom and his wife, Caroline, a veritable Jedi master of passive-aggressive behavior.

After reading the Gary-and-Caroline section, easily the book's most painful, I guarantee you'll never eat mixed grill again. Sexual confusion notwithstanding, Denise is by far the most well-adjusted of the three, but she can't keep a relationship going with a man or a woman and begins to understand that she enjoys hurting other people. How did they get this way?

Franzen takes us back and forth in family history to show us Chip forced to sit at the dining room table deep into the night under orders to finish his liver and rutabaga, or Denise's tragicomic teenage affair with a man who works for her father. But these aren't answers, or psychological explanations, at least not any more than the farcical present-day cruise-ship detour during which Alfred begins to hallucinate that a vengeful turd is persecuting him.

Everything and everyone in the book seems to be connected by a subterranean web of money and coincidence. Denise's lover's brother is in prison for assaulting the president of the company whose money makes Denise's dream restaurant possible.

The venture capitalists who force Alfred into retirement have endowed buildings at the college that fires Chip. A film director supported by Denise's boss makes the only American film to open in Vilnius while Chip is there.

There are several other minor skeins of coincidence, but running under the book like a muttering river is an obsession with C.