I’ve traded a copy of Dubliners,
Pride and Prejudice and Our Man in Havana (of which I had more
than one, otherwise I would have never parted with it!) for a copy of this autobiographical
work by Roth that had clearly been in contact with quite a lot of water. I did
it because Simon, the legendary owner of LSE’s second-hand bookshop Alpha Books
recommended this, and he was right.
Patrimony reminded
me in many ways, and for obvious reasons, of Alan Bennett’s A Life Like Other People’s, but this
book being written by a Jewish author and dealing with his relation with his
dad in the American suburbs definitely gives it an edge over Bennett’s memoirs.
The book alternates between the drama of losing a father,
the meaning (and emotional and physical cost) of suffering and undergoing
surgery, growing old as a son as one’s father grows even older, and finding a
way to settle the score on a number of decisions that marked Roth’s own
upbringing.
This is a work of genius and brilliance, and something that appears
remarkably honest (including Roth’s own admission of thinking of his father’s
death in literary and editorial terms from the beginning of his ordeal).
