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The Professor of Desire is a 1977 novel by Philip Roth. It describes the youth, the college years and the academic career of professor David Kepesh, and beside that, his sexual desires.

The Professor of Desire is a 1977 novel by Philip Roth. The book was nominated for the National Book Critics Circle Award. David is emotionally insecure

His books twice received the National Book Award and the National Book Critics . Philip Roth's fiction strains to shed the burden of Jewish traditions and proscriptions. 1978 NBCCA finalist for The Professor Of Desire. 1980 Pulitzer Prize finalist for The Ghost Writer.

His books twice received the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle award, and three times the PEN/Faulkner Award. He received a Pulitzer Prize for his 1997 novel American Pastoral, which featured one of his best-known characters, Nathan Zuckerman, a character in many of Roth's novels. The liberated Jewish consciousness, let loose into the disintegration of the American Dream, finds itself deracinated and homeless.

Finally the 'Professor of Desire', a shorter novel about a 'rake among scholars and scholar among rakes'. For all that Roth is criticised - or praised - for writing consistently about himself, book after book, it is with Peter Tarnopol that Roth has shed the most layers of fiction. A Bildungsroman about a young Jewish man from a Catskills hotel family, who tries to find his way between literature and lust. This doesn't have the touch of hell that dominates the previous novel. Ordinarily Roth covers his own life with addendum's, digressions, distractions and additions, until the novel that remains is inspired by, not a mirror image of, his life.

The professor of desire. Пользовательский отзыв - Kirkus. Philip Roth died on 22 May 2018 at the age of eighty-five having retired from writing six years previously. In 1972, the mature David Kepesh told us how he turned into The Breast, but here are his earlier, less symbolic guises-child of the Borscht Belt, scholar of Chekhov and Kafka, and wrestler with. Roth was the author of thirty-one books, including those that were to follow the fortunes of Nathan Zuckerman, and a fictional narrator named Philip Roth, through which he explored and gave voice to the complexities of the American experience in the twentieth- and twenty-first centuries.

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Related Books: Like many people, I was saddened when it was publicized that Philip Roth had quietly announced his . Before 2012, I had read perhaps 10 of Roth’s books in a decade

Related Books: Like many people, I was saddened when it was publicized that Philip Roth had quietly announced his retirement in an interview with a French magazine. By chance, the news came near the end of a year during which my attitude toward Roth changed from appreciation to obsession. Before 2012, I had read perhaps 10 of Roth’s books in a decade. This year, I read 15 Roth novels in a row, the literary equivalent of binge-watching multiple seasons of a serial television drama. The more I read, the more I appreciated how Roth writes not only with technical virtuosity and aesthetic mastery,.

The Professor of Desire book. The Professor of Desire is not essential Philip Roth reading, but it is a very well written book that Roth fans should find a very worthwhile read.

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This site is maintained by his . publisher Vintage Books. In 1997 Philip Roth won the Pulitzer Prize for American Pastoral. 1978 National Book Critics Circle Award - finalist for The Professor Of Desire 1980 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction - finalist for The Ghost Writer 1980 National Book Award - finalist for The Ghost Writer 1980 National Book Critics Circle Award - finalist for The Ghost Writer 1984 National Book Award - finalist for The Anatomy Lesson 1984 National Book Critics Circle Award - finalist for The Anatomy Lesson 1986.

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Books blog Philip Roth’s apartment is on the market – but his privacy shouldn’t be. With all his belongings still in place, the late author’s New York home is open to the public. His former neighbour reflects on the invasiveness of literary tourism. Published: 21 Mar 2019. Published: 5:00 AM. Martin Amis on Philip Roth: 'the kind of satirical genius that comes along once in a generation'. How Philip Roth wrote America.

As a student in college, David Kepesh styles himself "a rake among scholars, a scholar among rakes." Little does he realize how prophetic this motto will be—or how damning. For as Philip Roth follows Kepesh from the domesticity of childhood into the vast wilderness of erotic possibility, from a ménage à trois in London to the throes of loneliness in New York, he creates a supremely intelligent, affecting, and often hilarious novel about the dilemma of pleasure: where we seek it; why we flee it; and how we struggle to make a truce between dignity and desire.

Not one of Roth's better novels....I am big Roth fan and consider him to be one of America's greatest writers;
but when he writes about sex in his better books it is usually quite funny...and absorbing.
Not so here ...the writing except for the first parts is dreadfully dull...and as is true of his best ones
there is an element of suspense at the outcome..this book has few of the intriguing qualities
of his other books.This novel was written some time ago in the 1990's I think..but Roth came back to form
in his later efforts with I think were 2 masterpieces...INDIGNATION....and EVERYMAN
I regret him quitting writing ...a truly great talent
Years ago the local public library that I worked for was putting some paperbacks up for sale that had been donated. A couple of them were Philip Roth novels and as I'd heard he was a fairly important 20th century author, I snagged a handful to put in my queue. One of them "Goodbye, Columbus" I eventually read but the other had such a goofy title and a cover that made the battered paperback look like something utterly tawdry that I couldn't bring my mid-twenties self to actually read it, and wound up getting rid of it somewhere. Apparently all that manages to prove that I do judge books by their covers because years after that I wound up buying another version that has a more tasteful look, more like how a literary novel is supposed to look like to me, I guess. Which is an interesting thing to find out about yourself.

But of all the Roth novels I've read so far, this one is probably the most enjoyable on a level of pure reading. While the title suggests that it's about the exploits of a lecherous instructor with unique ideas about what extra credit might be and the deliciously pronouncing every syllable of "See me after class", it's nothing like at all. Telling the story of the college and early professor years of David Kepesh, it feels like a Roth novel before Roth figured out what a "Roth novel" is supposed to be like. Thus there's little of the metatextual games he likes to play (ooh, the protagonist is also named "Philip", could it be a thinly disguised version of the author or what he wants us to think?) or the ideas about family and Jewish identity that crop up again and again in the Nathan Zuckerman novels. There's not as much of a sense that he's toying with you in some respect, daring you to uncover that he really believes in all the long speeches his characters make about contrasting ideas. Instead it's about a young man deciding if pleasure is worth it for its own sake, or if that gets old after a while, and if his sexual track record proves anything it's that being open-minded and having a little bit of confidence that open all kinds of doors into new experiences.

Yet for the cheeky title and passages about sexual exploits, the novel isn't steeped in carnal humor the way some of his other novels are. It's the characterizations that pretty much carry the day here. Kepesh comes across as a confused young man trying to find his way in the world, and his reactions to things come across as realistic given the circumstances. Presented with an opportunity to have relations with two hot Swedes (potentially at the same time), he makes the same choice that aren't necessarily that surprising. The people he surrounds himself with are equally well-drawn and even when they venture into the edge of ridiculousness, it's a kind that we can relate to because it fits into the context of this world and its times. His parents, the people he knows growing up, his roommate in college, the ladies that he attempts to romance, nobody comes across as created to strictly prove a point, but instead as characters all colliding with each other, sometimes traveling along the same road for a bit before separating. But for all the humor involved, it's those early sections that are mostly about Kepesh's sexual escapades and discoveries that have a tendency to drag the most. Since they aren't exactly titillating they sometimes come across as a really enthusiastic guy telling you about all the great times he had even though you may not be completely interested.

However, once a degree of melancholy starts to take hold and the book starts to resemble something closer to real life, it begins to attain its own tangible pull. For me it was around the time that he gets married and even though there's still some degree of ridiculous exaggeration going on, its toned down and the confusion and anguish of someone going through something they can't quite understand begins to take hold. Kepesh becomes the kind of person who asks the same questions that we might, and even though he asks them in perhaps a more neurotic way, he never seems sleazy, just someone who thinks he knows what he wants until he realizes that he doesn't, and maybe never did, and then is forced to ask himself what exactly did he want then.

Even the more rambling backend of the novel (there's a section that might as well be Roth's pitch to be president of the Kafka Fan Club), which seems to show him achieving a kind of bliss, or at least contentment is leavened by the lingering questions that at some point everyone in a relationship is forced to ask, whether they want to or not: is it always going to be like this, and when it isn't am I still going to be happy? It's about knowing the difference between purely seeking pleasure and realizing that it's a moving target, always changing, much as we are. And you can change in opposition to it, blundering forward like a desire seeking missile toward whatever you feel your goal is that particular day, or you can adapt in time with someone, and complement your own pleasures with theirs. But for some people, especially the young, it's hard to get past the knowledge when it hits that things will change and never quite be the same again. It's not a bad thing, but it's a testament to Roth's early skills that he can capture the paralysis of that notion and leave you wondering what your own response would be, and even maybe sympathize with another's dilemma, instead of wishing that you had their problems.
To be an intellectual character in a Rothian novel is to be consigned to a life of reflection, self-analysis, self-doubt, and periods of unhappiness, all of which seem to be accentuated by being Jewish. David Kepesh, a thirty-something professor of literature, finds himself in a cabin rented for the summer in the Catskills, near his boyhood home, with twenty-something Claire Ovington, a teacher with qualities of wholesomeness, simple beauty, buxomness, openness, and imperturbability. Yet here he is, in a time of stability and happiness in his life, anticipating a time in the not too distant future when sensuality will disappear and total boredom will be all that is left.

By the time Kepesh, a smart Jewish kid, gets to college, he makes it his mission to be sexually forward with numerous coeds, the more innocent the better; his line being "Studious by day, dissolute by night." His success ratio is quite low. But it is during his time in England on a Fulbright grant that he discovers that his unrestrained carnal indulgences with a pair of Swedish girls turn damaging to one of the girls and to his studies. Later, while at Stanford pursuing his doctorate, Kepesh becomes consumed with Helen Baird, an exquisite California beauty who has traveled the Orient as a kept woman. Marrying Helen, despite all the warning signs of which he was well aware, results in both a divorce three years later and a loss of sexual desire for which he pays a New York psychiatrist a lot of money to sort through.

The writing, as in all of Roth's books, is simply unparalleled in its erudition and dialog, although that's not to say that the constant replay of Kepesh's conflicts and agonies does not get a bit tedious. Also, his indulgence in free format dialog at times leaves the reader guessing about the speaker's identity. Being a literature professor, Kepesh finds both Chekhov and Kafka pertinent to his dilemmas and visits the birthplace and resting place of Kafka in Prague with Claire. Kepesh has certainly been chastened and has mellowed from his fixations on bodily pleasures by the time he meets Claire, which makes it all the more difficult to understand in a highly intelligent, introspective man a persistence in tendencies towards self-destructiveness. I suppose Kepesh is teaching us something - just not sure what.