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writer chronicles his long, intimate friendship with novelist Philip Roth (1933-2018).
Roth
was already considered one of America’s most esteemed living novelists (two
National Book Awards, among other honors) when Taylor, a founding faculty
member of the New School’s Graduate School of Writing, became acquainted with
him in the mid-1990s. Roth’s past had also been marked by two miserable
marriages, scores of past lovers, and increasingly debilitating health concerns.
He was irascible and mercurial yet always candid and authentic, and in this
slim, affectionate memoir, Taylor perfectly captures the essence of Roth’s charmingly
enigmatic humor and complex behavior. He generously shares memories of their somewhat
unexpected friendship, honing in on their quiet, often amusing moments
together—e.g., Taylor convincing a reluctant Roth to sit through the classic
Bette Davis chestnut Now Voyager despite Roth’s more highbrow film
interests. “In keeping with the unseemliness of my profession (as he would say)
I’d been taking notes all along,” writes Taylor. “A lot of conversation got
squirreled away.” The author liberally quotes Roth throughout, yet some
passages seem to be derived from Roth’s novels (a notes section would be
helpful). Taylor was there for Roth throughout his declining years, and he poignantly
reflects on this experience and what their friendship has meant to them both.
“I can’t be the first gay man to have been an older straight man’s mainstay,”
he writes. “Philip had searched diligently for a beautiful young woman to see
to him as Jane Eyre looked after old Mr. Rochester. What he got instead was me.
The degree of attachment surprised us both. Were we lovers? Obviously not. Were
we in love? Not exactly. Sufficient to say that ours was a conversation neither
could have done without.”
A touching and entertaining
portrait of Roth that is sure to delight his many readers.