Frank, a former sportswriter, is now a realtor trying desperately to peddle a house to a pair of neurotic Vermonters: for almost half a novel no less. So now I know the ins and outs and tediousness of the realty business. On the plus side this has much of the wry humor upon which I thrive. The author's use of the English language somewhat remind me of Updike, as does his research into the realm of real estate, and family disunity of the times. Finally, a straightforward readable book that, I feel, is worthy of the Pulitzer Prize.
The main guy (I didn't read the Sportswriter but apparently it's the same character) is a very deep thinker. He analyzes everything. And the analytical part can be quite revealing. But most of the time I felt like I couldn't really relate because I'm a female and younger than he is in the Existence Period. I am a parent and a lot of his questioning & analysis I could relate to on that. The whole story is him taking his son on a trip for Independence Day so it all takes place over the course of like 3 days so it's very detailed and pretty slow moving.