I was initially less enamored with the focus on Jewish-Writer identity, and Zuckerman’s obsession with sex

I liked all that writing life talk quite a bit. Now, having Roth reflect back on those libidinous years via Zuckerman is a little annoying for me, though this may also just be an effect of my age. This is a common issue in Roth books, though, and can get tiresome, though he can be quite self-deprecatingly funny about it at times, too.

So 1/3 of the way in the book I thought it was a merely good book, well-written, by one of our greatest living writers. Continue reading →