

The Corrections helped deliver both writer and publisher into a century with a new set of rules.

The brash and haughty Guggenheim heir had sold FSG to a German conglomerate in 1994 seven years later, at 84, he was still its president. There was really only one novel that did, a book that had been out for six days: The Corrections.įarrar, Straus and Giroux was the relic of an even earlier era, one abounding with wealthy patron-operators like Roger Straus. Few of that autumn’s artifacts would survive the leap from one era to another. “In the space of two hours, we left behind a happy era of Game Boy economics and trophy houses and entered a world of fear and vengeance.” What Franzen couldn’t foresee, but privately hoped, was that America would still need relics of that more complacent age. “Who would have guessed that everything could end so suddenly on a pretty Tuesday morning,” Franzen wrote in the next issue of The New Yorker.
