Even with God on their side, the Hildebrandt family at the center of Jonathan Franzen's intermittently powerful new novel are far from redeemed. They live in the Chicago suburb of New Prospect, which despite its name is no Eden of optimism or happiness.
Franzen's previous novels (including his breakout "The Corrections" and his St. Paul-set "Freedom") fall into the married-with-children category, and "Crossroads" is no exception. New in this weighty fiction is the centering of religion.
That Franzen, so attuned to liberal boomer culture, chooses to write about Christianity may seem curious, given today's decline in religious identification among Americans. But "Crossroads" is mainly set in 1971, when nearly three of four Americans said they belonged to a church.
Russ Hildebrandt is a handsome 47-year-old assistant pastor at the village's First Reformed Church. He and his wife, Marion, have four children.
The book, first in an announced trilogy, opens at Christmastime. Russ is on a mission to a predominantly Black church on Chicago's South Side. His act of Christian charity is countered by the fact that he has the hots for Frances Cottrell, a widowed parishioner who rides along with him that day.
The massively insecure Russ — vain, childish, preachy, spiteful — confesses he is "bad at being bad." This does not stop him from having a go at half the cardinal sins. Fascinating and frustrating by turns, Russ is among Franzen's most memorable protagonists. In his inner conflicts we see our own ridiculousness.
Cracks in the suburban facade become chasms as we learn Marion's horrific back story and are introduced to the couple's children, including college student Clem, the "amoral brainiac" Perry and pretty, popular Becky.
Russ is in the throes of a personal and professional humiliation involving a work mission to a Navajo reservation in New Mexico. He has had a falling out over it with a more popular youth minister, Rick Ambrose.