I’m Sorry, Portnoy, Our Time Is Up
So sad. I remember one winter break plowing through all of the Zuckerman books and still wanting more even after The Prague Orgy. I’d call the exact time of death on Philip Roth’s way with literary eroticism the scene in … Read More
I’d call the exact time of death on Philip Roth’s way with literary eroticism the scene in “The Dying Animal” in which the grizzled cultural critic and erstwhile professor of desire David Kepesh begins lapping up menstrual fluid running down the leg of his much younger Cuban girlfriend. There’s getting old and then there’s getting old. “Exit Ghost” promises to be the last book dedicated to Roth’s more memorable alter ego Nathan Zuckerman, a fellow elder statesman of American letters no less afflicted (than Kepesh, I mean) with a damaged id and a wearying case of death-obsession. We should hope the exit is final unless we want to spend the next Clinton administration waiting for “The Viagra Apocrypha” to hit the shelves.