In the course of a July Fourth weekend, Frank Bascombe tries to sell a house to an intransigent couple, has a date, checks in on the residents of his rental properties, and drives to Connecticut to pick up his troubled adolescent son for an unfortunate jaunt to the Baseball Hall of Fame. Possessed of an anxious self-assurance, Frank’s perceptions and emotions are genuine enough to shine searching lights on our own experience; we’ve heard his voice before, inside our own heads. Depicting Frank’s hopeful fumblings toward his son, his ex-wife, his girlfriend, and—most of all—himself, Ford offers a heartrending but exhilarating anatomy of human feeling. This is a wise and welcome book, revealing life, and teaching us something about how to live it.
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