I think I’m suffering from a Jonathan Franzen hangover headache after speeding through The Corrections in five days. I had planned to continue my Franzen fest through The Twenty-Seventh City and Freedom, but both of those books still sit on my desk, filling me with regret and guilt for not reading them.
I just can’t read any more Franzen right now. So, I looked through my large and growing bookshelf of unread books and found a copy of Roberto Bolano’s 2666. Although it is much longer than Freedom or The Twenty-Seventh City, I decided to crack it open last night. It’s a stylistic departure fron Franzen as well, but one I think I will enjoy. Two years ago, I read and enjoyed The Savage Detectives, so I hope 2666 holds my attention and interest as well.
I’ll put Franzen aside for now, but I still plan to return to his books. 2666 will be a more significant reading challenge, but it is a challenge I feel willing to take.
Updates will come soon, so be prepared to follow my musings on Bolano’s last and (apparently) still in flux monster of a novel. Readers: feel free to jump in and kickstart the conversation in the comments section!