Come, Let Us Worship

At the altar of Jonathan Franzen---if this isn't the most overblown review of a recent book that I've seen, it's certainly a high contender--and the type of thing more likely to alienate me from a work than engage me.

Moral grandeur, Dostoevski, Roth, Bellow, and every superlative that can lace an ecstatic review.  Methinks the review author has truly drunk the Kool-Aid.  I can't imagine how any work can live up to the expectations set up by this review.

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