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		<title>By: Steven Augustine</title>
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		<dc:creator>Steven Augustine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 22:02:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;In my opinion, Philip Roth is the Oliver Stone of fiction. We are drawn to him because he creates strong characters and has a knack for plots and situations that catch our interest. But he is hopelessly heavy-handed, single-minded and irritatingly consistent. He&#039;s been writing the same story since the 1960s, showing no growth or maturity and never developing an interest in the world outside East Coast USA.&quot;

This is such a zesty explosion of Philistine catharsis that it&#039;s hard not to chuckle (after suppressing the urge to vomit). The &quot;same story&quot; since the 1960s? Really? You mean because there&#039;s always a *Jew* involved (like that old fraud Tolstoy and his tiresome fixation on Russians), I suppose. 

The novel truly read is a collaborative experience. Anyone who can&#039;t read any difference between &quot;The Counterlife&quot; and &quot;Sabbath&#039;s Theater&quot; and &quot;The Ghost Writer&quot; and &quot;The Human Stain&quot; and &quot;Everyman&quot; and &quot;Patrimony&quot; and &quot;I Married A Communist&quot; and &quot;American Pastoral&quot; and &quot;Operation Shylock&quot; and &quot;The Anatomy Lesson&quot; and &quot;The Plot Against America&quot;, et al, and, further, who can&#039;t discern the inlaid beauties of language/precise recognition of humanity in all those pages ... would be a disappointing partner for *any* writer&#039;s serious effort. 

A writer need not be a reader&#039;s cup of tea to deserve said reader&#039;s respect; Mr. Henry James does not often curl my toes but I am capable, nevertheless, of honoring the overall achievement by refraining from claiming that his writing blows chunks. The problem with nuanced, fair-minded, ambiguity-rich (re)appraisals of canonical novelists is that they&#039;re far less fun than shotgun-cocking takedowns. 

The righteous fallacy implicit in all this, of course, is that with Roth chopped down and out of the way, the space will be cleared for all those *real* geniuses to come pushing up through the shade-etiolated undergrowth. 

Wrong.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;In my opinion, Philip Roth is the Oliver Stone of fiction. We are drawn to him because he creates strong characters and has a knack for plots and situations that catch our interest. But he is hopelessly heavy-handed, single-minded and irritatingly consistent. He&#8217;s been writing the same story since the 1960s, showing no growth or maturity and never developing an interest in the world outside East Coast USA.&#8221;</p>
<p>This is such a zesty explosion of Philistine catharsis that it&#8217;s hard not to chuckle (after suppressing the urge to vomit). The &#8220;same story&#8221; since the 1960s? Really? You mean because there&#8217;s always a *Jew* involved (like that old fraud Tolstoy and his tiresome fixation on Russians), I suppose. </p>
<p>The novel truly read is a collaborative experience. Anyone who can&#8217;t read any difference between &#8220;The Counterlife&#8221; and &#8220;Sabbath&#8217;s Theater&#8221; and &#8220;The Ghost Writer&#8221; and &#8220;The Human Stain&#8221; and &#8220;Everyman&#8221; and &#8220;Patrimony&#8221; and &#8220;I Married A Communist&#8221; and &#8220;American Pastoral&#8221; and &#8220;Operation Shylock&#8221; and &#8220;The Anatomy Lesson&#8221; and &#8220;The Plot Against America&#8221;, et al, and, further, who can&#8217;t discern the inlaid beauties of language/precise recognition of humanity in all those pages &#8230; would be a disappointing partner for *any* writer&#8217;s serious effort. </p>
<p>A writer need not be a reader&#8217;s cup of tea to deserve said reader&#8217;s respect; Mr. Henry James does not often curl my toes but I am capable, nevertheless, of honoring the overall achievement by refraining from claiming that his writing blows chunks. The problem with nuanced, fair-minded, ambiguity-rich (re)appraisals of canonical novelists is that they&#8217;re far less fun than shotgun-cocking takedowns. </p>
<p>The righteous fallacy implicit in all this, of course, is that with Roth chopped down and out of the way, the space will be cleared for all those *real* geniuses to come pushing up through the shade-etiolated undergrowth. </p>
<p>Wrong.</p>
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