Finished Roth

It’s so hot.

First day of the sidewalk sale is done.

Only three to go.

 UGH!

It’s wasn’t so bad but, the heat was atrocious.

I have a headache.

A woper of a headache.

Bookish people born in the Great White North are not meant for heat and sun.

I finished the Philip Roth.

My Life As A Man.

Not my cup of tea.

Unbelievably self absorbed.

Very well written.

It goes on and on about the toxic relationship between the protagonist and his wife.

It’s supposed to be Strindberg like.

Never read Strindberg,

 not feeling the urge.

Also, the narrative is confusing.

I kept wondering,

Is this the novel? Or a short story within the novel?

Once you give it a couple of chapters its OK.

 The man is a pro,

 but, my problem?

I didn’t care much about the protagonist.

He was both protagonist and antagonist,

 if that makes sense.

His wife a caricature bitch.

I was not really engaged.

I finished it because I promised myself I would.

Next,

The Counterlife also by Roth.

If it doesn’t do more for me,

 I’m giving up on Roth.

Later girls

BB

More Agee and taking on Roth.

Today, was raining and humid.

It was also library day.

Every three Sundays I go to the Grande Bibliotheque.

Today, a lot of people had the same idea.

Must have been because of the weather.

Still, it’s nice to see a tax dollars success story.

I only read two out of the last four I took out.

I wrote an appreciation for both.

The Narrow Corner and Small Island.

A few weeks ago, I told you about taking out a book of James Agee’s letters,

I was the only person to have taken it out since the early sixties.

I really loved it,

 he was a man of great passion and great anger.

A fascinating combination in a writer,

 in anyone.

So, I decided to take out The Library Of America’s James Agee.

The volume includes Let Us Now Praise Famous Men,

his seminal work on Alabama sharecroppers as well as his autobiographical novel,

 A Death In The Family, which was published posthumously.

Agee is an important writer and I know I’m going to love both works.

I have always been a ardent lover of American fiction.

Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Anderson, Irving and on and on.

I adore American writers.

Still, there are big holes in my reading of Americans.

I have read no Toni Morrison, William Styron, Joyce Carol Oates or Theodore Dreiser.

I intend to remedy this situation over the course of the next year.

One writer who’s work I am not nearly familiar enough with is,

 Philip Roth.

I have read three or four of his novels.

Mostly early ones,

Portnoy’s Complaint, Goodbye Columbus, The Ghost Writer,

and more recently, The Dying Animal.

I thought The Dying Animal, was a fantastic book and it made me want to read more.

Roth, is considered by many critics and scholars,

 as one of the most important writers of the second half of the 20 th century.

What I have read I like,

 it’s smart and it’s very representative of a certain segment of American society.

Very urban, very Jewish, very New York about a world mostly,

of intellectuals.

Sounds good to me.

Another reason for reading Roth is,

 he is nothing like me.

Right now, I want to read from a perspective very different from mine.

So I can go elsewhere,

 and also because there is no way I could copy Roth inadvertently.

I have been sketching out ideas for a novel.

I want to read something fulfilling but, nothing like me,

 no middle aged lesbians for a little while 🙂

Tonight I start, The Great American Novel,

because I love the title and it’s about Baseball.

I love Baseball, I don’t play it or watch it.

But, I love it’s history and it’s mythical standing with Americans.

A little like Hockey with Canadians,

but, bigger we’re talking Americans here!

I took out two volumes that each contain  three novels,

I might need to renew.

I will keep you updated.

I will be reading some lesbian romance ,

a genre I enjoy,

 and have no intention of writing.

Take care

Later girls

BB