No matter where you journey to, there you ultimately are. Philip Roth, in his literary explorations, delves deep into the concept of reinvention. He embarks on this intellectual and creative odyssey, only to find himself arriving right back at the very starting point. His works are pervaded by an unwavering obsession with sex, an insatiable longing for immortality, and an inherent connection to his Jewish identity. It's as if these themes are the anchors that ground him, no matter how far he tries to venture into new territories of thought and expression. Through his vivid and often controversial portrayals, Roth forces us to confront these fundamental aspects of the human experience, making us question our own desires, fears, and sense of self. In the end, his exploration of reinvention serves as a powerful reminder that sometimes, the journey leads us back to the very essence of who we are.
An extraordinary tour de force from Roth. The varying styles of narration, similar to how Pale Fire comments on subtext, make it an exhilarating read.
There is an abundance of quotable material. Nathan Zuckerman at the Wailing Wall: "Rock is just right, I thought: what on earth could be less responsive. Even the cloud drifting overhead, Shuki's late father's 'Jewish cloud,' appeared less indifferent to our encompassed and uncertain existence." Later, with his brother Henry near Hebron: "What if that was to be Act Three's awful surprise, the Zuckerman differences ending in blood, as though our family were Agamemmnon's?" And still later, Nathan in the plane from Tel Aviv to London: "The treacherous imagination is everyone's maker - we are all the invention of each other, everyone a conjuration conjuring up everyone else. We are all each other's authors."
I engaged in a debate with a friend about the merits of Philip Roth. Like me, he idolizes Melville, Proust, Faulkner, Joyce, and Dostoyevsky. I attempted to determine if and how Roth could be compared to that esteemed group. Roth can create psychological tension like Melville (as seen at the end of the plane ride). He can explore the subconscious and unconscious memory through various perspectives, especially in the first-person narrations with their perceptive insights. Instead of Yoknapatawpha County, Roth's universe revolves around Newark and those Nathan/David/Philip encounters. Or, as I was also considering, it's the uncharted geography of Roth's mind. However, I think he falls short as he doesn't achieve the incredible flexibility of language like Joyce, the Promethean power of Faulkner and Dostoevsky's writing, the intimate lucidity of Proust, or the epic struggle with nature like Melville. Nevertheless, his subjects are vast: family, marriage, friendship, memory, pain, loss, discovery, love, Israel, diaspora, Manhattan, father-son, brother-brother, husband-mistress, husband-wife, husband-brother's mistress, lovers, ex's, cancer, heart problems, depression, angst, parenting, guilt, history, choices and consequences, alternative realities and interpretations. Nearly all of these elements are present in The Counterlife.
Ultimately, history will decide Roth's place in the pantheon of epic writers. One thing is certain, The Counterlife was pure, unadulterated reading pleasure.
RIP (1933 - 2018). One of America's literary giants has left us.