Seventy nine-year-old Philip Roth recently announced that he’s “done with fiction”. In an interview with the French magazine Les inRocks, he said that his 2010 book Nemesis would be his last. After writing more than 20 works of fiction, he told the magazine: ” I don’t want to read any more of it, write any more of it, and I don’t even want to talk about it anymore. I have dedicated my life to the novel: I have studied it, I have taught it, I have written it, and I have read it. To the exclusion of almost everything else. It’s enough.” Now Portnoy won’t be the only one complaining. You can read the entire New Yorker article here. And check the EPL catalog for a complete listing of his works.
This week’s New Yorker is chockablock with articles of great interest. Francisco Goldman gives a poignant account of his brief marriage, which ended in tragedy on a Mexican beach. Joan Acocella offers an illuminating article on British writer J.R. Ackerley (1896-1967), whose four books touched on his homosexuality at a time when being gay could have landed him in prison. And for movie fans, there’s a lengthy profile of Guillermo del Toro, the producer who gave us Pan’s Labyrinth and Biutiful. He has a house in Los Angeles filled with memorabilia like the vampire cape worn by Bela Lugosi, and he dreams of birthing another Frankenstein.
Mary B., Reader’s Services