Rogue writer Jonathan Franzen
Jonathan Franzen has a way of getting under your skin – but not to everyone’s liking
Some Great American Novelists are practically incandescent with charisma. The late Norman Mailer, even in advanced old age, would send a jolt of energy through every room he entered, and I’m reliably informed that Gore Vidal, in his prime, made a thrillingly waspish drinking buddy.
But Jonathan Franzen isn’t like that. In his black shirt and grey jeans – and with black-framed glasses and a boyish mop of pale grey hair – he ...
