Last night French channel 5 showed a new interview with Philip Roth filmed especially for the French release of his novel “Exit Ghost” (Exit le fantôme). Which is available to watch here and which they report here.
In it, Roth is complimented on his vast, sunny, quiet Manhattan apartment, whereupon he complains to the French interviewer: “There’s a dog upstairs that barks. I’d like to give it a kick or some poisoned hamburger.” (Il y a un chien qui jappe au-dessus. J’aimerais lui donner un coup de pied ou un hamburger empoisonné.)
Sad that he still hasn’t won the Nobel Prize for Literature but not that surprising in the end, then, Roth didn’t win the Nobel Prize for Peace. Although, with the award going this year to Barack Obama for evoking unconditional love from the whole of western Europe, the criteria for that prize seem to be in a transitional phase.
Hat tip and more to Benjamin Ivry.
So far Israel has had eight Nobel winners, S. Y. Agnon (1966) being the only recipient in the literature category. Yet, according to the Guardian, bets are being placed on Amos Oz as this year’s top choice for the award.
Amos Oz, born Amos Klausner, is conveniently turning 70 this year and this would be a fine birthday present. The author of over a dozen books, both fiction and non-fiction, he’s also known for his pragmatic and thoughtful doveish politics.
His recent personal memoir A Tale of Love and Darkness (2003) received major international acclaim (including notes here and here in this paper), and is probably the reason why he’s on the Nobel radar. His political involvement couldn’t have hurt either — a number of the recent literature awardees had a strong political bent: Dorris Lessing, Orhan Pamuk, Harold Pinter, Elfriede Jelinek.
Philip Roth is also worth a flutter. He’s on the list as a potential runner-up. He’s been overdue for Nobel for at least a decade already and his new book “The Humbling” is due out just in time for the awards ceremony.
That’s my summary of this Slate article from literary critic (and recent Disraeli biographer) Adam Kirsch. In the piece, Kirsch takes to task the folks who dole out the Nobel prizes, for their ignorance of American literature, and their anti-Americanism. He also thinks one American writer, in particular, is particularly overdue for a medal.
I should stress that this post’s title in no way reflects my own view of Swedes, who, based on what I’ve been able to glean from my vantage point here in America, seem to be delightful people.
A few weeks ago, The Atlantic’s Jeffrey Goldberg — who has lately established himself as a key contender for the title of Mr. Jewish Journalist — grilled Barack Obama about Israel and other topics of Jewish interest. Now, he covers some of the same ground with John McCain.
Since Obama, in his interview, volunteered that he is a fan of the writers Philip Roth, Leon Uris and David Grossman, Goldberg grills McCain on his Jewish literary tastes. And while the two presidential hopefuls may have very different views on the potential utility of talking to Iran (“you don’t sit down face-to-face with people who are behave the way they do, who are state sponsors of terrorism,” McCain told Goldberg), at least they can agree when it comes to Leon Uris:
The Atlantic’s Jeffrey Goldberg (who in the 1990s wrote for this rag) chatted this weekend with Barack Obama about Israel and Jewish issues.
Goldberg, who recently penned a widely discussed article for the Atlantic looking at Israel’s difficult choices through the prism of the tensions between Prime Minister Ehud Olmert and writer David Grossman, finds that Obama has done some reading on the topic — from Leon Uris to “The Yellow Wind,” Grossman’s 1987 look at life in the West Bank.
Goldberg poses a smart question — one that has also been raised by another smart Jewish journalist — that cuts to the core of Obama’s challenges in the Jewish community. I’m talking about “the kishke question,” the implications of which Goldberg does a good job of summarizing:
The New Republic’s Noam Scheiber writes:
I’ve been racking my brain for a character profile that would shed light on what the hell happened with Eliot Spitzer, and the only thing I’m coming up with is … Alexander Portnoy, the Assistant Commissioner of Human Opportunity for the City of New York (and anti-hero of Philip Roth’s famous novel). Like Portnoy, maybe Spitzer felt simultaneously driven (by stultifying parents) to be a good Jewish boy and rebel against his good Jewish boy-ness, and so you get the weird spectacle of the most upright guy in the world acting out some pretty deviant urges.
I’m not sure I accept the “most upright guy in the world” bit. Remember this? Spitzer’s also known to be casually belligerent.