Having already read a great deal of Philip Roth, I have the feeling that this "Operation Shylock" is the book of his maturity, the one where his arc is completed. The style that made him famous is now out, and all the themes of his first novels are still present (the obsession with possession, with living everything at all costs), but already the themes of true greatness are emerging, such as the suffering of time passing, the end of sexual life, and many others.
The hilarious first-person account of the writer's adventures is a sacrilegious parody of the oppressive presence of the secret services during the Cold War, but it is above all a Pirandellian comedy of errors and doubles, a overwhelming and masterful confusion of personalities between the protagonist and his alter ego whom we will come to know by the name of Pipik.
But, just as happens with the brilliant comedies of the great genius of Agrigento, beneath the comicity there is humor, beneath the laughter there is that feeling of the opposite, that afro of suffering that always contrasts with what at first glance appears to be good in the world.
We will see this soon in "American Pastoral", but Philip Roth seems to have understood it from here. Even the most successful, richest, best-started person on the planet. Even this person will not be able to say that they are free, crushed as they will be by the people around them who try to bend their victories to their own advantage, their talent to their secondary ends. In a world of mirrors within mirrors, and mirrors within mirrors within mirrors, it is an absurd and unattainable privilege to build a safe and peaceful life on one's own strength, an unattainable nightmare the American dream. As someone once said, if we have the necessary talent, someone will use it for us; if we have a good idea, someone will already have had it (translated into productive terms: if you manage to do everything without breaking your back, then you can do more).
However, Philip Roth in "Operation Shylock" simply does not seem to be old enough to admit that the obvious solution is可行, that is, to step back when necessary. No American, no young American, has the necessary wisdom to know how to choose, to not live every single renunciation as a missed opportunity: the protagonist of the book will accept to get lost in the tornado of events and to become a pawn in a game bigger than him, because of the fierce mania of appropriating even the life of his alter-ego, the one that had been sewn onto him against his will. Why can't I have everything? Why can't I be God? It is the question that pervades all of Roth's youthful novels.
It is one of the few novels of the genius of Newark that is not markedly, incisively, suffocatingly American. Because here we talk about Israel and the diaspora. The years around the turn of the 1980s and 1990s were those of the Intifada, of Arafat, but also of the discovery of the可怕 crimes committed by the Zionists in the occupied territories. As an American Jew, Roth cannot help but take a position. And it is a torn position, perhaps justifiably exposed in a novel made of vaporized personalities like this one. For the Jews of the diaspora, the state of Israel will always represent an invitation but also a burden, a praise but also an insult. Every Jew who does not declare himself a Zionist and chooses to live in his own country will, against his will, always be forced to come to terms with Israel and with the choices of a nation of which he has chosen not to be a part. The greatest singer of Americanness will always be a half-American.
There is a lot of Italy in Philip Roth's novels, even if perhaps only an Italian can notice. We can see it from the contempt with which Italian immigrants are mentioned and treated in the peripheries of industrial cities (the fierce contempt possible only in the heart of someone who knows he shares their baseness); but also in the explicit recognition of the literary debts that have been contracted with Italian literature. This is a markedly Pirandellian book from the first page, but I did not expect Philip Roth to explicitly mention Luigi Pirandello. And then Rome, and then Primo Levi. Perhaps the great writer of Newark, in this great novel but not only, shows that he despises us only because he would like to stop loving us, and cannot.
As always, the quality of the writing is excellent, the themes of youth merge with those of old age, the state of Israel, Pirandello revisited. The reasons why "Operation Shylock" should appear even in the libraries of those who have chosen not to read all of Roth are certainly not few.
A novel that is probably even more complex than it seems to be: exuberant, intricate, and in some ways even brilliant. Here, it is not the novel by Roth that I would recommend to those who have never read anything of his, because they would end up hating it.
However, it is difficult not to love, or at least appreciate, "Operation Shylock", in which the author takes the coexistence between fiction and autobiography to its extreme consequences, and where it is possible to find most of the peculiar traits of his work, starting with irony (one laughs quite a bit here too) and the Jewish question, which is the true protagonist of the story here.
Not a masterpiece, at least in my opinion: I did not find the final part up to the level of the first; but overall, a great novel that those who love Philip Roth should not let slip away.
An absurdly enjoyable and engrossing novel awaits the reader. It is truly one of my favorite Roth's works, if not the absolute favorite. This remarkable book delves deep into the complex theme of American Jewish vs. Israeli identity, presenting a perspective that is both thought-provoking and enlightening. It is not only an outstanding exploration of this identity crisis but also a phenomenal spy thriller that keeps the reader on the edge of their seat. The element of bizarro autofiction adds an extra layer of intrigue and makes the story even more captivating. With its unique blend of genres and its masterful storytelling, this novel is a must-read for anyone interested in exploring the nuances of identity, espionage, and the human psyche.