“Unveiling Secrets: What Columbus Never Knew About His Journey”
The desire is as potent as the gravitas. I’ve read five or six of Roth’s novels by now and admire his writing, even if it leaves me simultaneously worn and wired.
“Simultaneously worn and wired.” There’s my lead-in.
Intrigued, Philip Roth invites me to his place for more conversation. We exchange greetings with his doorman, all of us admirably straight-faced, and take the elevator to his pied-à-terre. He shows me around, starting with the standing desk where he writes all his first drafts in longhand. He has a capacious Eames chair and ottoman for watching Central Park from above. His built-in bookshelves hold thousands of titles, and we flirt over Edna O’Brien, murmur about Saul Bellow.
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