When Lowbrow Meets Highbrow
'It’s embarrassing to admit, but I guess I’ve been hoping that Philip Roth will look the way he writes. Unbound. Supernal. Or even more stupidly, that the act of looking at Philip Roth will somehow deepen my understanding of his work. I’ve assumed that I’ll take one look at him and think: Philip Fuckin’ ROTH! Instead, I see an unremarkably handsome 75-year-old approaching from a hallway at his publisher’s office, tall, lean, a swimmer, angular and focused face, skin subtly dappled with age, dressed for comfort in a white-collared shirt, brown corduroys, old loafers—a man indifferent to being looked at or to what people make of what they see when they do—and think merely: Huh. That’s Philip Roth.'
From a profile of the formidable novelist in GQ magazine, once itself a formidable magazine, but now sadly reduced to a shell of its former self, dumbed down for non-readers. Anyway, we're glad to see they still occasionally try to tackle serious subjects. We touched on Roth earlier here and here.