And so what?
Philip Roth is one of my favourite authors, yet I had postponed reading Portony's Complaint for years.
It didn't have the appeal of American Pastoral, or The Human Stain, or pretty much any other book by him.
I start reading it with a "so what?" attitude, and it just didn't leave me. I didn't find it funny, I didn't find it shocking. I just found it so awfully boring (and, if anything, the complete and absorbing obsession with sex got to be a bit sad quite quickly).
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