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The Scratch Interview with Jonathan Franzen

Jonathan Franzen. Photo © Shelby Graham


I first met Jonathan Franzen nine days after September 11, 2001. Downtown New York City was still smoking. I was invited to dinner at Franzen’s Upper East Side apartment by his partner, the writer Kathryn Chetkovich, who has been a friend of my mom’s since I was a teenager and a friend of mine since I became an adult. Before dinner, the three of us drank and listened to the radio while George W. Bush’s voice struggled to pronounce a phrase new to all of us: al Qaeda. It was an indelible experience.

Of the rest of the evening, I recall a birthday candle—for my twenty-fifth, which was the next day—and discussions on topics ranging from my new tattoo to the history of the American tobacco economy. As I remember it, throughout dinner, both Chetkovich and Franzen had a tendency to jump up from the table, run to a bookshelf, and dig out a relevant book passage in order to further the conversation at hand. This was shortly after Franzen’s third novel, The Corrections, had been published to critical and commercial success, but his book was only mentioned peripherally, the way anyone’s job would be.