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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.
Spoiler alert: the geese make it. Duh.