Wednesday, May 21, 2025

FYI …

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Philip Roth

 


I've come a long way in my appreciation for Philip Roth -- in no small part because much of what he had to say in his novels has, in some strange way, come true. About Israel, or American Jewry, or identity politics in England: Roth had a way of anticipating trends, of peering behind the curtain to see what was coming. I've always admired Roth for this quality, and novels like The Counterlife and Operation Shylock are among my favorites. 

I came recently to Deception, an odd novella Roth published in 1990, which fits loosely with his other writing from this period. It's a perplexing book because it is without narration: it's instead an extended dialogue between two adulterous characters, one very reminiscent of Roth himself. The novella includes familiar themes, including Roth's time in Britain and his perspective on modern Judaism. The book is about more, though, that these themes: instead, like parts of The Ghost Writer, Roth wrestles in Deception with the nature of invention: with the thin line between literary imagination and lived experience. Put differently: Deception is about the extent to which writers deceive -- both in person and on paper -- in order to create compelling works of fiction. 

All of that said: the book did not work for me. Knowing what Roth can achieve with a complete novel, Deception felt like an afterthought, like an incomplete work, like an experiment. There were kernels of wisdom, of course -- but as a literary experience, it left me disappointed. The characters needed more meat, more heft: they were without the momentum that you might otherwise expect from Roth. I see Deception as having delivered a sound philosophical argument around the nature of literature and autobiography, but as having failed -- at least to an extent -- as a work of art. Or, then again, perhaps I have been deceived...

Hospice at Harper’s Pond …

Hospice by Robin Becker

Sunday, May 04, 2025

Apologies …

Blogging took a bit slowvroday, i spent a good part of today in a nearby hosoital. I have an infection and was given an antibiotic. luckily, i have dear friens who watch ober, evereyone han a blessed night,

Peace comes dropping slow …

I will arise and go now…