A review by sarahetc
Straight Man by Richard Russo

2.0

I laughed out loud in a few places, but in the end, this was its own brand of literary fiction navel gazing. The characters were just barely well-drawn enough that it was its own book, but otherwise, it's every other novel about middle-aged intellectuals who just decide not to cope and, in so doing, bestow great wisdom on others, maybe. Except there's no great wisdom. They had to put a goose on the cover because the fate of the goose (or geese, really), was pretty much the only reason I finished the book.

Spoiler alert: the geese make it. Duh.