Philip Roth strikes me as a supremely sane man tinged with madness. The madness is crucial -- without it, an artist might as well be a gardener or a breeder of spaniels. Come to think of it, these too require a pinch of lunacy. The peculiar thing, for me, about Roth's work is that I tend to be underwhelmed by many of the novels, and yet every time I finish one there is a yearning for another. They have an adhesive charm.
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