An impulse buy from a thrift bookstore long ago, I wanted a tome as a companion for my travels all July. “Freedom” was a biting friend through the summer. My intro to Franzen, this intimate novel puts an unlikable family in the spotlight of the Dubya Bush years, and refuses to shine away. Sprawling and cringy and damningly political, I never particularly cared for these assembly of assholes, but I sure loved reading about their shenanigans.