He writes some good[lively, insightful, poetic] sentences.
“Enid slept like a haiku” from The Corrections<
"and he was awake half the night then trying to talk her out of how terrible about herself she felt for feeling too terrible about herself" from Freedom
On the other hand, also from Freedom“He threw them all away, the pennies of his innocence, the dimes and quarters of his self-sufficiency. He needed to rid himself, to rid himself.”
Moral: When writing, you can’t win them all. And there are some rhetorical flights of fancy, you should keep to yourself.