Philip Roth’s novels of recent years have dwelled, for the most part, on aging and dying, and which is worse. Again and again, he has used the specter of death as a means to study life. His stories point to the frailty of the human soul: at our cowardice and hubris, at our twin capacities for preposterous hope and baseless despair. NEMESIS is another work in that tradition, though different enough from what we’ve seen before. This time, its tragic hero is not an aging man whose best days are behind him. Instead, we are treated to watching a man with everything to lose as he loses everything.
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