OK, OK, I haven’t been able to resist the urge to weigh in on Jonathan Franzen either. But seriously, Los Angeles Review of Books? Three pieces on Purity in the space of a month? If sheer inches of critical attention correlates with formal recognition–and that does seem like a reasonable hypothesis–then Franzen had better start clearing some space on his awards shelf, and the rest of us can get warmed up for some hand-wringing.