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4 years, 2 months ago

he’d been fighting a battle long since won

Maybe it was the twenty-dollar bills in the envelope, the impending return they represented, or maybe the image of his father broken and remorseful, his weakness merely pitiable, not embarrassing, but the letter didn’t anger Clem. It made him very anxious. The feeling was like something from a drea…

—p.567 Crossroads by Jonathan Franzen
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almost everything in life was vanity topic/the-face-of-god

[...] As she sat with him now and received the word of God, muted but not defeated by Dwight Haefle’s delivery of it, she wondered what the purpose of a person’s life was. Almost everything in life was vanity—success a vanity, privilege a vanity, Europe a vanity, beauty a vanity. When you stripped …

—p.548 by Jonathan Franzen
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4 years, 2 months ago

she didn’t see how she could give it up

To ignore Gig’s advice, at the cost of his firing Tanner, would obviously be the height of selfishness. But Shirley had died imagining her niece on a Grand Tour of Europe, Becky had already given away nine thousand dollars of her money, and the alternatives to Europe were dismal: either another sum…

—p.546 by Jonathan Franzen
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can’t we take joy in each other? advice/living

“Sweetie, I didn’t listen to Him, either. From now on, we’ll have to try to do better. That’s why I want us to pray together every day. I want us to change. I want us to be closer. I want us to experience the joy of God together.”

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“A terrible thing happened, but there can still …

—p.531 by Jonathan Franzen
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being alone with what she knew inspo/interiority

And yet: what if she didn’t? What exactly would be gained by dragging him through Bradley Grant, through Santa, through the abortion, through Rancho Los Amigos? She could clear her conscience by groveling in the dirt, but was it really a kindness to her husband? Now that Perry’s calamity had brough…

—p.530 by Jonathan Franzen