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Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 28, 2024 1:19:25 GMT
American Pastoral (1997)
7/10
Seemed like a solid 9/10 but kind of just petered out in the end.
What really hit home with this one is the insane degree to which the USA changed from 1949 to 1969. The straight-laced hopeful adults of barely postwar 1949 gave birth to kids who, by 1969, may as well have been total fucking aliens to them. ROCK had happened, society had turned upside fucking down. Everything had happened. 20 years. What's changed between now and 2003? Slightly better definition on your shartphone piccies? I suppose the big one is everyone disappearing into the twin-turboed self-doubt abcesses of Facebook and Twitter......
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 28, 2024 2:01:51 GMT
Operation Shylock (1993)
Really disappointing from this author, a man who was a God to me in my teens. Portnoy's Complaint, Nathan Zuckerberg, ffs that was some formative shit
Gave up after 80 pages. You can call me an anti-semitic but it took that long to dawn on me that I just didnt give a single shit about the "zionist diaspora" or any of that whingey jewish malarkie. Not a single fuck given, sorry Phil
4/10
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Post by jethro on Nov 2, 2024 2:13:07 GMT
I literally found a copy of Portnoy's Complaint in the library of my Catholic grade school. Like finding a road map when you didn't know maps existed.
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Nov 2, 2024 9:49:33 GMT
I literally found a copy of Portnoy's Complaint in the library of my Catholic grade school. Like finding a road map when you didn't know maps existed.
"Hmm, whats this all about then, crikey dick, this one's all about that rubbing thing you do with your pee pee that gives you that nice warm feeling. Do NOT tell mother."
Imagine how many impressionable young boys in our repressed wypipo countries were in the same boat. Philip Roth must've educated millions of grotty little boys on the birds and the bees via the shameful forbidden thrill of JACKING IT. |
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Nov 3, 2024 5:45:06 GMT
The Dying Animal (2001)
Philip Roth was 68-years old when he wrote this.
This book is not about wanking. It's basically a short book about Phil's cock dying. Well, not dying, but not getting as much action as it did in the old days. Sorry, did I say Phil's cock? I meant the cock of the protagonist in the novel. His cock.
Let's face it, the story is all about Phil. Isn't it always with these novelist guys? They're basically writing about themselves. Novels as memoirs as diaries.
It's a great book. Rueful at such an age to be still pining after physical romance with a tapped-out spigot but still top flight writing here.
8/10
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Post by Sprague Dawley on Nov 4, 2024 7:04:10 GMT
Everyman (2007)
Philip Roth was 74-years old when he wrote this.
Again, this book is not about wanking.
Again, it's basically yet another short book about Phil's cock dying.
Again, don't be fooled by the "fictional characters" in this novel. I reckon this is a straight up memoir. A lovesick farewell note from Phil to Phil's libido. Actually, he still got that libido but that shit is unrequited by his failing body. A 74 year old man getting his jollies about girls "who look all of 14-years old". They are flirting with him. Really, Phil? Are they? Do they? Did they?
Describing their physiques in great sexy detail. All a bit unbecoming there, Phil. 74 ffs. Lovelorn at 74. Guess it never really goes away, the physical attraction to dem ladieeez.
6/10
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