Another depressed white guy

I finally finished Independence Day by Richard Ford. As I was reading it I kept thinking to myself: this is a really good book. And it was. But, I don't know, it took me over 6 months to read the dang thing. It was almost like a chore. 450 pages covering perhaps 4 days is a lot of minutiae. The thing is of course there is not much plot.

I'm still thinking about the book. I do recommend the read, wholeheartedly really. Perhaps a story about a middle-class white guy with regular problems is not escapist enough for me. I feel the same about Updike's Rabbit Angstrom series ... of which I'm stuck on the third book.

When and if I come to any conclusions I'll update.