“Unveiling Secrets: What Columbus Never Knew About His Journey”
Philip Roth died 11 years later, and the contents of his writing life were bequeathed to the Newark Public Library, where he and my dad had both worked. I visited the Philip Roth Personal Library one morning and had it all to myself. I smiled at the sports pennant from Weequahic High School, where Dad had graduated four years before Roth, and at his yearbook photos, in which he looked no less serious and important than on his back book covers. I read his editors’ comments and marveled at his 7,000-title library. I wiped my eyes a couple of times. Philip Roth didn’t write back to my dad, but at least he did this.
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