“I don’t want you to rehabilitate me”—just to give me the last word.
It’s a cop-out to explain away a novel’s improprieties on the grounds that they are of another age.
A new biography is a “narrative masterwork.”
Diego Schwartzmann and his predecessors.
Sympathetic to Israel and hostile to the radical left, Roth was not always the rebellious Jew.
An inadvertent warning about the dangers of political infantilization.
Separated by a common language?
The tale of the pupik.
And British insistence that there is no such thing.
A once-bustling immigrant city.
If kitsch has a “fairy-tale glow,” then Here I Am is positively radiant.