Can we please stop the nonsense and give Philip Roth a Nobel Prize for Literature before he dies?
With its gallons of bodily fluids and its frankness about the attendant pneumatics, Sabbath's Theater makes Nicholson Baker's "manstarch" look like marzipan, and The Rosy Crucifixion look like Make Way for Ducklings.
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