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May 23, 2011

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Paul Lamb

I suspect there was much more going on behind that contretemps than the public will ever likely know.

(The Other) Niall

Callil gives a more considered opinion here:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/may/21/man-booker-international-carmen-callil?intcmp=239

There are great moments in Roth's work. He is clever, harsh, comic, but his reach is narrow. Not in the Austen, Bellow or Updike sense, because they use a narrow canvas to convey the widest concepts and ideas. Roth digs brilliantly into himself, but little else is there. His self-involvement and self-regard restrict him as a novelist. And so he uses a big canvas to do small things, and yet his small things take up oceanic room.

Rough justice, perhaps. But some justice nonetheless.

David Clarke

As far as publishers not even promoting his work in 20 years, Ms. Callili might notice that all of Roth's work dating back to the late 50s is still in print. As to being narrow, that's a rather limited judgment. It only applies if you think Celine or Gide narrow. In fact, Gide's dictum that 'the more individual one becomes the more universal one becomes' is applicable. If Roth's viability as a writer were so narrow it's highly unlikely his work would be in translation in so many languages.

ward jones

When you lift it you might mention the Wodehouse, and Super Sad's not so sad author.

Islamic Scholars

I made it clear that I wouldn't have put him on the longlist, so I was amazed when he stayed there.

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