Whew! Have I got grievances!
Do I harbor hatreds I didn’t even know were there! ~ Alexander Portnoy
I vaguely remember the scandal
over this book when it was published in 1969, which made me a bit wary of it now.
But I enjoyed Roth’s later novel American Pastoral, so I decided to give Portnoy’s
Complaint the benefit of the doubt.
Which turned out to be too
beneficent.
I came very close to putting
it in the DNF bin, but I kept hoping for something redeeming, or at least
poignant, but no. Just a long, coarse, narrative of Portnoy complaining.
At least it was well titled.
Jewish-American bachelor
Alexander Portnoy describes to his analyst his upbringing, promising career, and
excessive masturbation habits. Portnoy’s monologue describes the repression in
mid-20th Century Jewish-American families, his struggle for identity in
Christian, Anglo-Saxon America, and the inner turmoil caused by public respectability
and private shame. I suppose these themes resonate with some, but they did very
little for me.
I’m not in favor of banning
books, but I am in favor of ignoring some. I think the scandal in 69 created notoriety
for a book which is merely outrageous; some would say avant-garde. It’s a fine
line in my opinion.
My rating 2 out of 5 stars
As I mentioned I liked
American Pastoral, so I’m on the fence with Roth. I’ll read more, but with
discretion. How do you feel about Portnoy’s Complaint? Philip Roth?
This was my SPIN book for TheClassics Club Spin #29.
Excerpts (all by Portnoy):
And then, of course my father
is a man who has a certain amount of worrying to do each day, and sometimes he
just has to forego listening to the conversations going on around him in order
to fulfill his anxiety requirement.
Could I really have detested
this childhood and resented these poor parents of mine to the same degree then
as I seem to now…
The freak I am! Lover of no
one and nothing! Unloved and unloving!
One rare bright spot…loved
this:
Oh, and there is really
nothing in life, nothing at all, that quite compares with that pleasure of
rounding second base at a nice slow clip, because there’s just no hurry any
more, because that ball you’ve hit has just gone sailing out of sight…