I got maybe a third of the way through this bloated doorstop before I accidentally lost my place and took the opportunity to abandon it before I wasted any more time. I loved the Corrections and Freedom but maybe I've just reached my threshold for entertaining middle-aged sex-obsessed creeps with mother issues. Franzen is a great writer; lately I have been enjoying his non-fiction, which makes sense because what's going on in the real world is clearly more engaging than whatever is going on in his head these days. Yeah, nah.