How can one man be so endlessly disappointing?

Regular readers of this blog (who am I kidding?) will not be surprised to hear that I did not care for Portnoy's Complaint. Seriously. Why does Philip Roth hate me so?

I couldn't decide if this one just didn't work for me, that is that it didn't sell the premise (this guy is an absolute man-child jerk) or if I missed the premise (this guy is fascinating and his inner thoughts are insightful) and totally disagree and hate him. That's really what it comes down to, are we supposed to hate him? If so, why write about him? If not, please, he's vile.

But it is the 400th book that I've read, so go me! Now to figure out how to celebrate this milestone.

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