"Everyman" by Philip Roth is for every man.

This doesn't say anything bad about the novel itself. Talking about the average modern man - a unique existential average - with the terrors of old age, the terminology of medical diagnoses and surgeries, and the universal (and as old as time, how terrifying and hopeless) power of sex seems very relevant, because the author (in the context of his work) does this seriously and constantly. The economy of the narrative form can be astonishing, because our lives can really be condensed into less than 150 pages, and it doesn't seem that anything essential has been left out. We are living longer with the help of medicine, but we are not living any more meaningfully on any page.

But this can be said about our publishing traditions. They very much want to translate and publish famous and good authors (and Philip Roth is definitely such). This increases their prestige, beautifully decorates their requests and Facebook pages. However, very often they only choose to publish those books of these good authors that would suit every man - not be too complicated, too showy, too demanding of attention and effort. Therefore, they stick to those works because of which the good authors were really recognized as good.

In my opinion, if you already want to publish something from Roth's shorter works, a much bolder decision would be to translate "The Dying Animal". After all, "American Pastoral" and "Portnoy's Complaint" have been published in Lithuanian, but "The Human Stain", "The Plot Against America" or "I Married a Communist" have not. Let's say we come to MacDonald's to get fries and salad, but not a double cheeseburger with sauce.

Sad... and very moving!

This simple phrase holds a world of emotions. Sadness is a feeling that can weigh heavy on our hearts, making us feel downcast and despondent. It can be caused by a variety of things, such as the loss of a loved one, a failed relationship, or a disappointment in life. However, within this sadness, there is often a glimmer of hope or a sense of beauty that can be very moving.

Sometimes, it is in the midst of our sadness that we are able to see the true value of life and the importance of the people and things around us. We may realize that even in the darkest of times, there is still love, kindness, and compassion to be found. This realization can be both humbling and inspiring, and it can give us the strength to keep going and to face the challenges ahead.

In conclusion, while sadness can be a difficult and painful emotion to experience, it can also be a source of great beauty and inspiration. It is through our sadness that we are able to grow and learn, and to become stronger and more resilient individuals. So, the next time you find yourself feeling sad, remember that there is always a silver lining, and that even in the midst of darkness, there is still hope.

This is a book that demands a certain amount of courage to read, and surely required incredible courage and boldness to write.

Facing one's own mortality is never an easy feat, and Everyman is solely about mortality - that inescapable transition from having a life to live to having a life to lose.

The protagonist is an advertising man, the son of a New Jersey jeweler. He has been married three times and is now alone. He has three children, two of whom despise him. His entire life has been marred by frequent visits to the hospital, starting with a hernia operation as a child, followed by a burst appendix, and more recently, an accelerating series of cardiac procedures.

Oh oh, that's starting to sound uncomfortably similar to me (thankfully, there are no signs of cardiac problems as yet). Reading a memento mori like this book has a salutary effect.

As if Philip Roth were penning about himself, his cantankerous self, his betrayed relationships, and the dread of the \\"massacre\\" he foresees.

I haven't come across anything quite as moving since Michel Eyquem de Montaigne's essay titled \\"Of Experience,\\" where he描绘s the excruciating pain of his kidney stones - now a minor ailment - but which made him confront his own end.

It is my hope that I can somehow elude the whistling of the scythe long enough to devour more books by that brilliant bastard, Philip Roth.

**Title: Reflections on Aging and Mortality**

Aging is a battle, my dear, against everything. It's a merciless struggle especially when you are in your weakest state and have no strength left to fight against anything. This is what I read on page 112 of the novel.

Years ago, when I watched the French film "Amélie" directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet, I saw a scene that I have never forgotten. An old man is sitting beside the phone, and after a phone call that was probably for comfort, he crosses out the name of his friend from the phone book. The space of the novel for me is similar to that scene.

For a long time, aging had such an image for me; loneliness and the gradual loss of friends, acquaintances, and loved ones one by one. But now, after thirty years, my view of that stage has changed a little.

The novel, like many others in its simplest form, was about aging, and of course, death. Aging that is inevitable and death that cries out its inevitability in the most absolute way, and a person who does not want to accept this absoluteness and the finality of death and his fate. The novel begins with the funeral ceremony of a person whose name is not mentioned until the end of the story, and the name of the book is also appropriately chosen - "One Like All"! One like all who will die one day...

The book beautifully leads the reader to the thought of death, and it's so good that I came across this book at this age and not in old age. In my opinion, the thought of death enables a person to better understand that inevitable end, to forgive, to let go, and to laugh. It allows him to accept things more easily and to find contentment. It makes him love life more freely because, as the first character in the story says: "We come into the world to live but we die."

They say that the world is not fair, and the only thing that is equally divided in this world is death, a death that will come for all of us. And it's better that when it arrives, we have no regrets and no burdens on our hearts.

Unfortunately, it was the first book I read by Philip Roth. Sadly, because the author is so powerful and yet so unknown to us.

Old age is a general death.

The third-person narrative, which starts with the death of the main character and continues with memories and emotional points of her life, and ends with an open door to her death. The space of the book carries coldness and loneliness from the very beginning. The description of the burial of the unnamed character, whose name is never mentioned in the narrative. We accompany this man through his childhood memories to his old age. The childhood memories are completely bright, full of warmth, hope, effort, and as we move forward, all of these are lost and other problems take their place. Distance, separation, death, marriage and divorce, old age and illness... all and all, our hero, who is an anti-hero in every sense, is knocked down. Roth has chosen moments and shows them to us with such precision and rich details that it seems there is no escape from this life and the repetitive cycle of humanity. He describes old age very well and how a person can attach himself to unstable things and let them take away the meaning of his life. Our anti-hero gradually realizes what valuable things he has lost, what worthless things he has gained, and how much he has analyzed and gone; both physically and spiritually. He then realizes in his old age that he has easily lost his second marriage, which was the best part of his life, and he is constantly eaten by regret. He reviews all his mistakes and this causes him to sink deeper and deeper into his loneliness. The author describes the formation of envy in the existence of this person in a fascinating way. When he starts to compare himself with his brothers, drive the good image of them out of his mind, replace his regrets with all their brotherly moments, and even at one point he himself realizes the ridiculousness of his envy, but he cannot control it. He has lost everything and now these various physical diseases are bringing him close to his downfall. A downfall that is among the separations of human life. Death is the last thing he has to endure; he doesn't believe in a world after this world and he wants to find the peace that has been taken away from him in these last years. Everything that he has left is done for the remaining people around him. He takes care of his daughter Nancy and his grandson. He visits Faye, who is hospitalized, and lets his feelings return to him again and the good qualities of Faye shine in him. He goes to the graves of his father and mother and talks to the gravedigger who dug their graves and maybe will dig his grave too, and this gives him peace. After leaving the cemetery, he is ready to welcome death. For the second time, he goes to the hospital to have his heart operated on and he goes to sleep with the image and expectation that he has and he is no longer worried about anything...

I liked the character of the book's narrative and I don't think anyone can describe these moments of passing away, being affected by old age, loneliness, and pain one by one in this way in words. The relationships of the people in the book, despite their simplicity and without any special attachment, are touching because they are a real example of life for many months. Ordinary people with dependencies, mistakes, and right or wrong decisions. People who stumble in the passage of time.

And what a choice of title. An unnamed anti-hero and a "Uri Man"... someone who could be one of us.

Biography? Psychological study? The American equivalent of "The Death of Ivan Ilyich"? Perhaps the definition is not as important as the content.

In this work, the award-winning author deals with the absolute taboo, the physical and mental decline, vulnerability, the inevitable path to corruption. And of course, death. With a narrative as sharp as a razor, the anonymous protagonist reexamines his life, his relationships with his loved ones, old age (which "is not a battle but a massacre"), and oblivion. And he has no name because the concerns are common, each one of us is you, me, all of us. Unique and yet so familiar.

My first encounter with Roth and surely not the last. 4/5 not because I didn't find it a masterpiece but because the subject matter of the book is unbearably heavy, capable of depressing every person with elemental anxieties about the end of life and mortality. Perhaps, however, there lies the irresistible charm of it.

On one level, structurally at least, Everyman functions as a traditional novel, and not an especially adventurous one.

Family and friends assemble for the funeral of a man in his 70s, with a history of health issues, who has passed away (on the operating table). People engage in reminiscence, both the good and the bad. It's a complex mix with multiple marriages (it is Roth after all), and multiple voices adding their opinions.

Then the novel transitions to the Everyman of the title, and we now hear this man's history through his voice. But in Roth's capable hands, all of this, hidden beneath what appears to be a simple tale, also emerges seamlessly as a profound contemplation on Life and the approach of Death.

It's an incredibly sad book, yet it's also an extremely wise one. Death looms large, but there is also a remarkable strand of life that weaves through it. Or, as one of the reviewers on the book jacket so beautifully put it, a "ribbon of memory."

As I continued reading, I couldn't help but find myself replaying my own "ribbon of memory," the good, the bad, and the beautiful. In my opinion, that's fiction operating at its highest levels, as both Story and Truth. (Faulkner would probably just call it all Memory.)

Particularly moving are Roth's passages regarding the protagonist's boyhood memories of the beach and the sea. This one in particular (such a lovely piece of writing) had me remembering my own childhood at Nags Head, but also my adulthood, as I now struggle through the surf (with older, shakier legs), and watch my boys doing the same with me.

I can envision myself returning to this passage, with its timeless and comforting circle of sea, self, and memory, again and again in the years ahead. Fiction that has that kind of impact is more than just Fiction.

The protagonist has led an intense life. He has experienced joys and sorrows. He has been through three marriages and has three children as a result. Two of his children don't love him at all, while his daughter Nancy adores him. He has lost both of his parents and envies his brother for his excellent health. The same health that has turned its back on him. Being a heart patient and often hospitalized, memories often keep him company.

"Old age is not a battle, it's a massacre."

Despite everything, our protagonist lives everything in a disenchanted way as if it didn't concern him. He seems serene. Few words to express my opinion about this, my first Roth, a masterpiece on life, death, and resignation understood as a serene acceptance.

"It is impossible to remake reality, you have to take things as they come."

The story of a person entering the realm of death. None of us knows what the moment of a person's passing will be like. No one has gone through it and been able to tell us. Fortunately, we have writers. They do the miraculous work of imagining lives and telling them to us. Some, like Philip Roth, tell us how people die. That person could be anyone among us. Oh, not all of us, just those who have two balls and a penis between their legs. Some say the main character of the book has no name because he could be anyone, but in fact, his name is Ace, and perhaps, that's just his nickname. It's really curious to know how female readers feel when reading this book. Do they have the same perception of death, resentment, regret, loneliness, or even the carnal passion like the main character, a man with three wives? Five stars might be too broad for Roth, when he still gives a hasty ending to Nemesis (Báo ứng). But when you are in touch with lives close to death every day, then the book becomes something you constantly seek, a container of thoughts to look from within a gradually withering life, to understand that the person sitting in front of us knows that they will die, but death is no longer a natural thing.

Edebiyatın en güzel hallerinden biri, insanın aklında bir oda yahut bir pencere açmasıdır. Bir romanı elinize alıp başlarkenki halinizle, elinizden bırakırkenki haliniz arasındaki fark, yani romanın sizi değiştirme gücü, romanın gücüdür. Ve hatta iyi bir roman, iyi bir deneyimden daha fazlasıdır.

Kafamda Bir Tuhaflık'la bir muhafazakar düşünce yapısını, Mişima'nın itiraflarıyla bir eşcinseli nasıl anlıyorsak, Philip Roth'un Sokaktaki Adam'ı ile de yaşlılığın nasıl bir şey olduğunu, bir yaşlının düşünce yapısını, endişelerini anlıyoruz.

Kitabın isminin, kitap için aydınlatıcı olduğu zamanlar oluyor, ama bu kitapta tamamen kitaba bakışımızı etkileyebilecek güce sahip. Kitapta sözü edilmeyen şey, kitabın isminde gösteriliyor: Başkarakterimiz sıradan, sokakta karşımıza çıkabilecek biri. Bu bağlamda yaşadığı şeyler orijinal, tuhaf olmasını beklememek gerekiyor. Ama kendi hayatı içinde önemsiz şeyler de yaşamıyor, hiçbirimizin yaşamadığı gibi. Yahut hepimiz kadar önemli.

Kendi hayatının karmaşasında boğuşup duran, kendince bir sürü şey yaşayan, bir zamanlar çocuk olan, bir sürü badire atlatan, kötülükler yapan, zaferler kazanan biri, önünde sonunda yaşlanıyor ve karakterimizle birlikte tüm yaşlıların hissettiği şeyleri görüyoruz. Çocukların ve yaşlıların bireyliği genellikle söz konusu değildir; onlar çevresindeki insanların arzularına, önem atfettikleri şeylere göre yaşarlar, yaşamak zorundadırlar. Ne olursa olsun kendi bireyliğini sürdürme çabasında biriyle ölüme durmadan yaklaşmanın nasıl bir şey olduğunu anlıyoruz.

Kitap bittiğinde, yaşlılığa ve yaşlılara bakış açımın eskisinden daha farklı, daha zekice olduğunu görüyorum. Bir yazarın yapabileceği en önemli işlerden biri bu.

Kitaptaki cinselliği de oldukça doğal buldum. Hayattaki her şey öyle veya böyle cinsellikle alakalı. Kitaplarda cinsellikten olmasından daha normal ne olabilir ki?

Son olarak, kitabı sevenlere Paolo Sorrentino'nun Youth adlı filmini öneriyorum. Onu beğenen de oradan La Grande Bellezza'ya geçebilir.

"Orphaned" by Philip Roth is a book about death and then about pain. The author's attention to detail in describing natural deaths, those caused by cancer and heart disease, and even the details of the final decisions and thoughts of a woman who commits suicide, transform the book into one of the brilliant works in the field of death.

Every page of the book is filled with death, disease, and shocking blows. And curiously, often in the last few paragraphs, Philip Roth says a sentence that is so satirical - and at the same time bitter - that while being affected and amazed, you burst out laughing.

I dare say that I have never been so affected by a book or even a film about death; but Philip Roth, in conveying this very difficult feeling, acts completely artistically.

The book has excellent descriptions. For example, the coldness of the patients waiting for death or the life they are waiting for their turn to have surgery in the hospital is so touching for us and how much we soften after reading this passage (which I have included at the end of my text). That apparently, it is only important that the instrument is ready, the people are under the surgeon's hand, and the room is empty. And for the comfort of those people whose chance of survival at the end of the day is fifty percent, only a morning newspaper has been provided.

In my opinion, Philip Roth, through his personal experience, makes accurate descriptions of different surgical procedures. For example, a place where he says from the patient's language that he wishes he had seen the surgeon's face before the operation and this could have given him peace.

This theme reminds me of the play "The Waste Land" by Marguerite Edson, about old age, disease, the hospital, and the softening of hands and fingers with death.

Another point in Roth's book is that the characters are either old or young in their thirties. The old people are all in a state of decline and in the face of death and disease; and they constantly suffer from the nostalgia of the arrogant and active days of their youth. And the young people, healthy, attractive, thoughtless, and without faith in the old people. Like his siblings or nieces, or that crying girl in the park. And in the best case, his third wife, who is more thoughtless and irresponsible than being able to understand the old man.

The only one who is not old and sick and understands the old man well is his daughter, who is probably in her middle age or before that.

I read the book twice in a short interval and during the exams. In a year when I was a student dealing with a brain disease, I had not heard such accurate descriptions of pain.

I believe that the classic books written about pain and death, due to the ignorance of the authors and basically the people of that era about medical science, have focused more on the spiritual aspect of pain; and the physiological books that we read only focus on the physical aspect of it.

But Roth's art in creating a unique work is that he has incorporated the physical pain that leads to spiritual pain and vice versa in a book of small volume but rich in content. The book is a real novel. With mature and complete characters. And a touching and palpable space.

The style that Roth has chosen for writing is extremely effective. The flashback and forward images of the main character of the story. The gradual recognition of an old man whose sons hate him and his boss loves him; and the acquaintance with different aspects of his life during the story, perhaps gives him justice or at least does not make the common initial judgment of a man who has had three wives. The story turns into a Swiss character and from that character to another, and this third character finally helps the second character and by nature the main character to be better known. This is the great art and literature of Philip Roth, the author of a book about death and pain.

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"He went to the hospital alone early in the morning with his car and sat in the waiting room of the surgical department in front of twelve other people who were waiting for the first round of operations of the day in their hospital gowns. Probably the room will remain this crowded until four or five in the afternoon. Some patients were breathing healthy lives, and some were not. However, they passed the time by reading the morning newspapers, and when they called someone's name, they would stand up and go to the operating room and put their newspaper aside. Everyone, considering the calm that prevailed in the room, might think that they were all waiting for, for example, their heads to be fixed, not that they would let the clot that had reached their brains be opened with a scalpel."

- from the text of the book -

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