I'm reading Outlander and enjoying it. And I'm a guy. So there.
I'm just over 300 pages into the first novel of the series, which weighs in at about 800 pages in paperback.
I'm also concurrently watching on DVD the Starz video adaptations of Diana Gabaldon's best-sellers. Each season covers one of the books; so far, Starz has broadcast its treatments of Outlander and Dragonfly in Amber. The video version of Voyager is due this fall.
First of all, I'm a bit disappointed to learn that the cerulean warbler is an actual bird. But then, according to Anis Shivani—the same guy who wrote that compelling article about getting gentrified out of Houston's Upper Kirby District—Jonathan Franzen belongs to the realist school of novelists, so making up a species (like the pine weasel in Twin Peaks) as a central plot device just wouldn't do.
I did enjoy reading Freedom, my first encounter with a novelist about whom I have heard so many raves. It is a well-woven story, featuring moments of sublime beauty, remarkable turns of phrase, and OMG-did-I-really-just-laugh-at-that humor. Its principal characters are mostly intolerable upper-middle-class white folks, but the story through which they move overcomes that handicap, at least for a fan of character-driven fiction.
I also found quite a bit to kvetch about, although not nearly as much as Shivani did.
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