Philip Roth,
the prolific, protean, and often blackly comic novelist who was a
pre-eminent figure in 20th-century literature, died on Tuesday night at a
hospital in Manhattan. He was 85.
The
writer Judith Thurman, a close friend, said the cause was congestive
heart failure. Mr. Roth had homes in Manhattan and Connecticut.
In
the course of a very long career, Mr. Roth took on many guises — mainly
versions of himself — in the exploration of what it means to be an
American, a Jew, a writer, a man. He was a champion of Eastern European
novelists like Ivan Klima and Bruno Schulz, and also a passionate
student of American history and the American vernacular. And more than
just about any other writer of his time, he was tireless in his
exploration of male sexuality.
His creations include Alexander Portnoy, a teenager so libidinous, he has sex with both his baseball mitt and the family dinner, and David Kepesh, a professor who turns into an exquisitely sensitive 155-pound female breast. ... [mehr] https://www.nytimes.com/2018/05/22/obituaries/philip-roth-dead.html
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