Not the last

At least I wasn't the last to purchase Jonathan Franzen's book, "The Corrections".

It has dawned on me to whether buy something by him, after reading an intricately written mini biography about him in last month's Time magazine. Perfectly written with very few claws, the author had certainly described Franzen as someone whom I think as an elite writer, highly intellectual, yet aloof with self composure, only to himself what the whole writing business is all about.

I must admit, I admire him very much, although I personally don't actually buy books from unknown authors. Jonathan Franzen is not someone whom I might turn to if I had been bored with nothing else to read, simply because I had not known him. So thanks to Lev Grossman, he has illustrated Franzen well enough for me to purchase a copy today. Not his latest novel, although I was hoping to find "Freedom" in a second-hand bookstore, I was delighted enough to have found his second latest. "Freedom", although I have not read it, gives me an impression of Franzen where freedom is too diverse to be acknowledged, or simply just define. In "Freedom", Franzen actually gives readers a quizzical notion about freedom, the explicit definition, its pluralistic nature and yet how mind gripping one can be when dwelling into the real concept of contemporary hold of its meaning. Very much of Franzen when reading the review, much alike his pictures in the magazine where he upholds the ultimate image of a contemporary writer. So I must grab "Freedom", because Grossman has yet another page to reveal Franzen in it. Unlike his predecessors, Franzen contains very much the likelihood of soul wrenching modern day living, does not dwell much into historical facts (or maybe he does), and every word and idea his writing would be on the very present moment he writes it. Only imagination differs.

Currently I've been trying to read novels from different styles from very different periods, and what I realize is this: Charles Dickens may sound precedently innocent and naive, suiting younger readers than mind gripping philosphy like Aristotle and Plato, or even Homer; yet Jane Austen sounds pretty naive, only for the girls. I was totally wrong. Dickens is full of melodramas, soul wrenching epics that his language is somehow deep to comprehend at times; and Jane is marvelously attractive. I was hooked to Emma for the whole day, and similar to A Tales of Two Cities which I was supposed to read way earlier...two different styles, contradicting each other's form and attracts readers in a trajectorial manner. And so I wanted to purchase more classics, but since my phone supports softwares where I can download classics for free, I've had almost all I want to read.

It's very entertaining to have a bestselling author sitting next to me, although he's not much of a good looking writer but certainly he possesses the quality and style, which that's why I purchased his book at last. Not the last, I'm still hoping for "Freedom" to be freed.