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“I'm saying that children are not supposed to get along with their parents. Your parents are not supposed to be your best friends. There's supposed to be some element of rebellion. That's how you define yourself as a person.”

Quote by Jonathan Franzen

Work

The corrections

The Corrections is a novel that explores the lives of the Lambert family, focusing on the aging parents, Enid and Alfred, and their three adult children, Gary, Chip, and Denise. Set against the backdrop of the 1990s, the story delves into themes of family dysfunction, economic pressures, and the pursuit of happiness. Each character grapples with their own struggles, from Alfred's worsening Parkinson's disease to the children's varied personal and professional crises. The narrative weaves together their individual stories, culminating in a final family reunion that forces them to confront their past and present. The book is known for its sharp social commentary and darkly humorous portrayal of American life. more

Author

Jonathan Franzen
Jonathan Franzen

American contemporary novelist, known for his profound social insight and unique literary style. His works include 'The Corrections' and 'Freedom'. more

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