Nutty, who gave you this woefully wrong-headed impression of Roth? 'Cause Ima have to hunt that person down and engage in a little corrrective literary criticism by way of pummeling and ass-thumping.
Of course, I say this as someone who even liked
The Breast
(okay, maybe not
liked,
but I thought it was desperately peculiar and never boring), but still.
"What? And he should kiss his mother with that mouth?"
Some of it is, but not exclusively. JZ, that was Philip Roth's Alien Cock Tree Story, you should forgive the expression. But mostly, wrod.
Dude, no wonder you liked my fic. They're all Philip Roth impressions.
I've had Nutty's impression since reading
Portnoy's Complaint.
But I have trouble with humor, sometimes.
I still want to write my Portnoy's Complaint.
What?
That is true of him, but that's not all there is.(It's part of what I like, but I'm a perv.)
"Goodbye Columbus" is all literary and heartwarming, kind of. Socially conscious, too.
And the later work is not quite as "ooh, sex!"
I guess I was under the impression that reading Philip Roth was like watching an un-funny Woody Allen movie. If that's not the case, mebbe he is worth trying. (One does get tired of middle-aged men worrying about their sex appeal, moreso when they can fantasize themselves supermodel girlfriends.)
C'mon, his baseball novel is like Rabelais set in the thirties. With a dash of Marx Brothers.
Wow, that's a perfect description. So impressed.
In yes-we-are-sisters-but-I-am-continually-surprised-and-flattered-that-we-share-a-hivemind, I am Nutty WRT Philip Roth. But my experience is limited to Goodbye Columbus and various bits of nasty knowledge about his personal life gleaned from the NYT book review.
This is prob'ly the place to ask about John Barth - I'm loving
The Floating Opera
, so where should I go from here.
I'm not a huge David Mitchell fan, tbh - his first 2 books are shameless Murakami knock-offs, and although the concept of Cloud Atlas is great, he doesn't quite have the chops to pull it off; each section is a pastiche of a different form, and they all feel pastichey.