Jonathan Franzen
Webster Groves
Webster Groves-native Jonathan Franzen has written three books that are (more or less) set in St. Louis: his debut novel,
The Twenty-Seventh City; his memoir in essays,
The Discomfort Zone; and his most-celebrated book,
The Corrections, in which he disguised St. Louis as the fictional Midwest rust belt metropolis St. Jude. However, given the biting regard he showed for our town in his first novel, it’s probably best for everyone he used the pseudonym.
“Cities are ideas,” Franzen wrote. “Imagine readers of the New York Times trying in 1984 to get a sense of St. Louis from afar. They might have seen the story about a new municipal ordinance that prohibited scavenging in garbage cans in residential neighborhoods. Or the story about the imminent shutdown of the ailing Globe-Democrat. Or the one about thieves dismantling old buildings at a rate of one a day, and selling the used bricks to out-state builders.” We do make a fine brick.
However, it is worth noting that the National Book Award-winning writer was much warmer when writing specifically about the two-story brick, colonial-style home situated in a neighborhood just off Big Bend where he grew up — particularly in “House for Sale,” an essay about his selling the home in the wake of his mother’s death.
The house’s current owner tells the RFT she wasn’t aware she was buying the Franzen house until her sister-in-law typed the new address into Google Maps and “Jonathan Franzen’s boyhood home” popped up on the screen. The house on Webster Woods Drive is now substantially different from the one Franzen grew up in, she says, with an addition of a large family room and a primary suite expanding into what was once the backyard.
“I can only imagine what he’d say about it given his disdain for the changes he observed in the neighborhood upon a revisit 20 years ago,” she says. “But there are some remnants of his family remaining here too: Based on his essays, we know that the picture-frame molding in what was then the dining room, the brick walkway and the ’70s-era half-bath in the basement were all installed with pride by his parents.” One of the culs de sac in the neighborhood also has a greenspace at its center with a tree dedicated to the author’s dad.
After being inspired by her new digs to delve into Franzen’s oeuvre, the house’s current owner suggested her book club read The Corrections, which they discussed in the house itself. “I couldn’t help but visualize the characters — really, stand-ins for his parents — moving through the familiar rooms of our house,” she says.