A review by sl0w_reader
Let Me Be Frank with You by Richard Ford

2.0

I found this a disappointing coda to Ford's Sportswriter series of novels about Frank Bascombe. The aimlessness and self-satisfied musings, with their hint of knowing cynicism, seemed light-weight and scattered. The characters were pencil sketches, without depth or colour, including Frank, who if you haven't read the previous novels, will seem irritatingly fragmented and unfounded. And the short-story format is a let down. Ford makes nothing of the form beyond providing a few scenes from what might have been a novel, but for which project he ran out of energy - and perhaps, time.