With
the death of Richard Wilbur in October, Philip Roth became the
longest-serving member in the literature department of the American
Academy of Arts and Letters, that august Hall of Fame on Audubon Terrace
in northern Manhattan, which is to the arts what Cooperstown is to
baseball. He’s been a member so long he can recall when the academy
included now all-but-forgotten figures like Malcolm Cowley and Glenway
Wescott — white-haired luminaries from another era. Just recently Roth
joined William Faulkner, Henry James and Jack London as one of very few
Americans to be included in the French Pleiades editions (the model for
our own Library of America), and the Italian publisher Mondadori is also
bringing out his work in its Meridiani series of classic authors. All
this late-life eminence — which also includes the Spanish Prince of
Asturias Award in 2012 and being named a commander in the Légion
d’Honneur of France in 2013 — seems both to gratify and to amuse him.
“Just look at this,” he said to me last month, holding up the ornately
bound Mondadori volume, as thick as a Bible and comprising titles like
“Lamento di Portnoy” and “Zuckerman Scatenato.” “Who reads books like
this?”
In 2012, as he approached 80, Roth famously announced that he had retired from writing. ... [mehr] https://www.nytimes.com/2018/01/16/books/review/philip-roth-interview.html
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