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14 of 15 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
The return of David Kepesh: Eros v Death, July 11, 2001
A noteworthy feature of contemporary American fiction was the resurgence of Philip Roth. Eight marvellous books in a row. His trio of experimental novels: The Counterlife (that gives post modernism a good name); Deception; and Operation Shylock; the intensely moving biography, Patrimony; for this reader the finest novel of the 1990s, Sabbath's Theater, a nihilistic masterpiece of sex, death and despair; and the new Zuckerman trilogy dissecting post war America, American Pastoral; I Married a Communist; and The Human Stain. Could this great run continue? Sadly, not.The Dying Animal is a disappointment. Written in a first person narrative it reintroduces David Kepesh, a Professor of English. Kepesh is the man that transformed into a breast in Roth's Kafkan fable, The Breast; and detailing the sexual life of a literary academic in Professor of Desire. Kepesh is a creation of the 1960s, and this new novella indicates that kepesh has not progressed very far. In order to beat off notions of his mortality Kepesh seduces students (although in a concession to the passage of time, Kepesh no longer seduces them when students, having the decency to wait until they pass through his class). This brings a whole new meaning to the concept in modenr education of the Staff-Student Liaison Committee. In his monologue, addressed to a listener revealed only in the final paragraphs, Kepesh remembers various lovers concentrating on Consuela, a Cuban emigree. The intense relationship between the two, and Consuela's subsequent absence and the effect on Kepesh, forms the crux of the novel. The novella is very readable. Roth remains a wonderful stylist. But, as he has been subject to on previous occasions Roth is criticised for pronography. This novella is not in my view pornographic. Certainly there are passages that are explicit, but far more pornographic is Kepesh's relationship with Birgitta in The Professor of Desire - Birgitta, like The Monkey in Portnoy's Complaint, being a girl that would do anything. The abusive nature of that relationship is pornographic. The relationships here are not like that (although the ostensible power imbalance inherent in sexual relationships in some recent Roth novels remains). While sex plays a role in the novella it is not its main focus. Kepesh is worried about growing old, worried about death. One Scottish poet, Norman MacCaig, said the thing that upsetted him most about growing old was that all his friends were dying. Ditto, for Kepesh, and so Roth - as he did in The Conterlife and Sabbath's Theater and The Human Stain, wrestles with death. Sexual activity is used as a means of keeping mortality at bay. Love is not what keeps Kepesh going, sex is. This not only underpins the septugenarian Kepesh's life, but also the lives of his friends, even to the death bed. Kepesh's stroke-ridden friend, a serial adulterer, gropes his wife in his last concerted physical act. One interesting theme developed in the novella is the relationship between Kepesh and his son (another of these father/son relationships beloved by Roth's writing - see the first Zuckerman trilogy - and his reading - such as his praise of John le Carre's A perfect spy). The son's stumbling path into adultery (based on love) acts as a neat counterpoint to Kepesh's serial philandering. I think this book merits discussion, much thought. Roth is a serious writer after all. But, why the relatively low rating? For me, there are two principal reasons. This novella simply revisists themes he has explored before, in more depth, with more rounded characters. Kepesh's trials here mirror those of Mickey Sabbath in Sabbath's Theater. Roth is not giving us anything new here. The second reason relates to the ending. The return of a character, and their motivation for returning to visit an old man is absurd and lacking credibility. The absurdity of the final pages serves to undercut the power of some that has gone before. If you enjoyed this novella try Sabbath's Theater, a funnier, angrier, darker take on similar themes.
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