Best (and lengthiest) sentence I’ve read in a long time.
When Seth, at a dinner party, mentioned Patty for the third or fourth time, Merrie went noveau red in the face and declared that there was no larger consciousness, no solidarity, no political substance, no fungible structure, no true communitarianism in Patty Berglund’s supposed neighborliness, it was all just regressive housewifely bullshit, and, in Merrie’s opinion, if you were to scratch below the nicey-nice surface you might be surprised to find something rather selfish and hard and competitive and Reaganite in Patty; it was obvious that the only things that mattered to her were her children and her house—not her neighbors, not the poor, not her country, not her parents, not even her own husband.
I did not read The Corrections, but may have to now. Franzen is pure genius at capturing interpersonal conflicts based upon class differences and contrasting world views.
I highly recommend Freedom.