How to Be Alone (book)


How to Be Alone is a 2002 book collecting fourteen essays by American writer Jonathan Franzen.

Essays

Most of the essays previously appeared in The New Yorker, Harper's Magazine, Details, and Graywolf Forum. In the introductory essay, "A Word About This Book," Franzen notes that the "underlying investigation in all these essays" is "the problem of preserving individuality and complexity in a noisy and distracting mass culture: the question of how to be alone."

"The Harper's Essay" and "My Father's Brain"

Included in the collection are "Why Bother?"—a revised version of "Perchance to Dream," Franzen's infamous 1996 Harper's essay on the novelists' obligation to social realism—and "My Father's Brain," nominated for a 2002 National Magazine Award. The latter essay details the elder Franzen's struggle with Alzheimer's. These experiences informed Franzen’s writing of the character Alfred Lambert in his 2001 novel The Corrections.

Later editions

The 2003 trade paperback edition includes a fifteenth essay, "Mr. Difficult", on the subject of "difficult" fiction in general and the novels of William Gaddis in particular. To accommodate this additional essay, the essay “Scavenging” was substantially edited.

Table of contents

  • "A Word About This Book"
  • "My Father's Brain"
  • "Imperial Bedroom"
  • "Why Bother?"
  • "Lost in the Mail"
  • "Erika Imports"
  • "Sifting the Ashes"
  • "The Reader in Exile"
  • "First City"
  • "Scavenging"
  • "Control Units"
  • "Books in Bed"
  • "Meet Me in St. Louis"
  • "Inauguration Day, January 2001"

Reception

Janet Maslin, in The New York Times, called the book "captivating but uneven"—"this collection emphasizes elegance, acumen and daring as an essayist, with an intellectually engaging self-awareness as formidable as Joan Didion's. He's funny, too." Maslin praised the essay "My Father's Brain" as "a tough, haunting account." In The New York Times Book Review, critic A.O. Scott discussed Franzen's, "calm, passionate critical authority." Scott closed,

"At present, in Franzen's humane, pessimistic view, our individuality is under assault from all quarters, and the novel is part of a web of modern institutions—along with the daily mail, the industrial city and the idea of a democratic public sphere—undermined by the irresistible forces of standardization and privatization. To point this out is, inevitably, to sound like something of a crank, and the accomplishment of this book is to offer its cranky author and his like-minded readers a suitably contradictory and ambiguous consolation: we're not alone."