Sports journalist

Frank Baskoma suits everything, he lives, avoiding life, leads the ordinary, almost invisible existence in the muted landscape of the overgrown with the greenery of New Jersey. Frank Basupy is an exemplary family man and an exemplary citizen, but in fact he is a fugitive. He runs out all his life - from New York, from writing, from obligations, from feelings, from grief, from joy. It is spanking incomprehensible, existential fear of life. A cute town, drowned in the thick foliage of old trees, a pleasant and respected work of a sports journalist, church of church bells, a clever and understanding wife - and all this is incomprehensibly oppressed Frank. Under the gladies of idylls twisted, pouring into the inevitability, the coming explosion. Will it or the voltage will be dissolved, peaceful to the surrounding rest of green lungs?
The first romance of the Richard Ford"s trilogy about Franke Bascomb (the second "Day of Independence" received at once and the Pulitzer Prize and the Falkner Prize) is existential meditation, sad and tender, allowing ultimately to see the very essence of life. Bascom is overwhelmed with despair, which he narrates with barely restrained bitter humor.
Richard Ford - the novelist extraordinary, none of our contemporaries can be so thin, exactly, piercely describe everyday life, under which something anxious and inexpressible is hiding