Friday, September 24, 2010

Portnoy’s Complaint, Philip Roth

    The entire book is a first-person monologue of a 33-year-old man talking to his shrink, and all he does is bitch the whole time. Imagine a more adult "Catcher in The Rye" with a Jewish twist and a whole lot more masturbation and humor. After reading the hilarious chapter 2 I really thought I'd enjoy this, but around page 90 his self-absorbed demeanor, sexual frustration, and rejection of pretty much everything in existence spoils anything good about this. It has its decent moments, but eventually it became repulsive to read and I had to put it down. Recommended for sex addicts, angry narcissists, or fans of dark humor. 

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