Oh Philip Roth, why can’t I quit you?
I like his work, I really do, but I have to lower my expectations. He’s written, like, 600 novels so I guess I have to learn that everything can’t be “The Plot Against America” or “Portnoy’s Complaint.”
I’m coming across more things like “The Humbling” lately, and it’s making me question the critical tongue baths he gets for every sentence he writes. Continue reading “Philip Roth and his filthy ‘Everyman’”