ellauri106.html on line 65: Philip Roth was the younger of the 2 boys of Herman Roth (1901–1989) and his wife Bess, nee Finkel (1904–1981). Both parents were assimilated American Jews of the second generation of immigrants. The maternal grandparents came from the area around Kiev, the Yiddish-speaking paternal grandparents, Sender and Bertha Roth, from Koslow in Galicia. Sender Roth had trained as a rabbi in Galicia and worked in a hat factory in Newark. Herman Roth, the middle of seven children and the first child in the United States, first worked in a factory after eight years of schooling, then became an insurance agent selling door-to-door life insurance. By his retirement he made it to the district director of Metropolitan Life. Philip Roth's brother, Sanford (Sandy) Roth (1927–2009), who was four years older than him, studied art at the Pratt Institute, became vice-president of the advertising agency Ogilvy & Mather in Chicago and made a name for himself as a painter after his "early retirement".
ellauri106.html on line 93: Roth's protagonists are similar to each other. They are almost always male, almost always Jewish, often writers, and usually either Newark, New Jersey or the Berkshires with a few trips to Israel.
ellauri106.html on line 104: He enjoyed a robust childhood and was poplar in high school where he was a bright student but not quite diligent enough in his studies to win a prized full scholarship to Rutgers where he wanted to study law. Roth attended Rutgers University in Newark for a year, then transferred to Bucknell University in Pennsylvania, where he earned a B.A. magna cum laude in English and was elected to Phi Beta Kappa. He received a scholarship to attend the University of Chicago, where he earned an M.A. in English literature in 1955 and briefly worked as an instructor in the university´s writing program. Less prestigious Bucknell University in Pennsylvania was Roth’s fallback school. There he abandoned his vague dreams of becoming a lawyer for the underdog and turned his attention to writing.
ellauri106.html on line 122: Philip Roth was born in Newark, New Jersey, on March 19, 1933, and grew up at 81 Summit Avenue in the Weequahic neighborhood. He was the second child of Bess (née Finkel) and Herman Roth, an insurance broker. Roth's family was Jewish, and his parents were second-generation Americans. Roth's father's parents came from Kozlov near Lviv (then Lemberg) in Austrian Galicia; his mother's ancestors were from the region of Kyiv in Ukraine. Viulunsoittajia katolta.
ellauri106.html on line 124: He graduated from Newark´s Weequahic High School in or around 1950. In 1969 Arnold H. Lubasch wrote in The New York Times, "It has provided the focus for the fiction of Philip Roth, the novelist who evokes his era at Weequahic High School in the highly acclaimed Portnoy´s Complaint. Besides identifying Weequahic High School by name, the novel specifies such sites as the Empire Burlesque, the Weequahic Diner, the Newark Museum and Irvington Park, all local landmarks that helped shape the youth of the real Roth and the fictional Portnoy, both graduates of Weequahic class of ´50." The 1950 Weequahic Yearbook calls Roth a "boy of real intelligence, combined with wit and common sense." He was known as a clown during high school.
ellauri106.html on line 154: Born in Newark, N.J., Mr. Roth enlisted in the Navy in 1945 and served for about two years. He went on to study at the Pratt Institute in the late 1940s and later at the Art Students League of New York, a school established by artists for artists, in 1952.
ellauri106.html on line 448: Ei, ei näytä hissa olevan mihkään matkalla, eikä se ole loppukaan vaikka Fukuyama väitti niin, se pyörii vaan ja on pelkkää kaaosta: you win some, then you lose some. Arjalainen jutku ei tätä ymmärrä vaan uskoo Amerikan unelmaan, vaikka Newarkin vandaalit jo repii katukiviä ja heittää niillä urheita yrittäjiä, sellasia kuin arjalainen ize, hanskatehtaan omistaja.
ellauri109.html on line 507: From the start, critics complained about the ostensible sameness of Roth’s books, their narcissism and narrowness—or, as he himself put it, comparing his own work to his father’s conversation, “Family, family, family, Newark, Newark, Newark, Jew, Jew, Jew.” Roth turned self-obsession into art. He was a consummate bullshit artist.
ellauri109.html on line 527: Mid-century Jewish Newark echoes with the sounds of the cafeterias and the butcher shops, women playing mah-jongg at picnics in the park, weary fathers heading off to the shvitz on Mercer Street, where they gossiped and drank amid a “concerto of farts.”
ellauri109.html on line 573: Joo siinäpä perinteinen teltantekijä. Se ei tarvi kiivasta ja kadetta jumalaa, se on ize se. Phillu ei voinut ymmärtää raamatun juutalaisia jotka asui teltoissa kun sen perhe asui vuokralla Newarkissa omakotitalon yläkerrassa. Alakerrassa asui nazeja. Raamatunaikaiset juutalaiset olis kyllä ymmärtäneet sitä, ja tienneet miten sen kanssa menetellä. Esinahkakasaan vaan.
ellauri109.html on line 597: In 2012, Roth invited Blake Bailey to his apartment, on West Seventy-ninth Street, for a kind of job interview. After quizzing Bailey on how a Gentile from Oklahoma could possibly write the life of a Jew from Newark, the deal was made. “I don’t want you to rehabilitate me,” Roth told him. “Just make me interesting.”
ellauri327.html on line 426: No tottakai! Eipä yiläri! Coben syntyi juutalaiseen perheeseen Newarkissa, New Jerseyssä, ja varttui Livingstonissa, jossa hän valmistui Livingston High Schoolista lapsuudenystävänsä, tulevan kuvernöörinsä Chris Christien kanssa sylikkäin.
ellauri351.html on line 451: Hänen äitinsä ja isoäitinsä kasvattivat hänet suuressa juutalaisyhteisössä. Hän osallistui Weequahic High Schooliin Newarkissa, nelivuotisessa valtion koulussa, jossa on useita satoja opiskelijoita, ja valmistui luokan valmentajaksi, huippuoppilaaksi. Hän jatkoi Columbia Collegessa, jossa hän suoritti neljän vuoden kurssit kolmessa. Hän valmistui, vaikka ei läpäissyt vaadittua uintikoetta.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 428: From the start, critics complained about the ostensible sameness of Roth’s books, their narcissism and narrowness—or, as he himself put it, comparing his own work to his father’s conversation, “Family, family, family, Newark, Newark, Newark, Jew, Jew, Jew.” Over time, he took on vast themes—love, lust, loneliness, marriage, masculinity, ambition, community, solitude, loyalty, betrayal, patriotism, rebellion, piety, disgrace, the body, the imagination, American history, mortality, the relentless mistakes of life—and he did so in a variety of forms: comedy, parody, romance, conventional narrative, postmodernism, autofiction. In each performance of a self, Roth captured the same sound and consciousness. in nearly fifty years of reading him I’ve never been more bored. I got to know Roth in the nineteen-nineties, when I interviewed him for this magazine around the time he published “The Human Stain.” To be in his presence was an exhilarating, though hardly relaxing, experience. He was unnervingly present, a condor on a branch, unblinking, alive to everything: the best detail in your story, the slackest points in your argument. His intelligence was immense, his performances and imitations mildly funny. “He who is loved by his parents is a conquistador,” Roth used to say, and he was adored by his parents, though both could be daunting to the young Philip. Herman Roth sold insurance; Bess ruled the family’s modest house, on Summit Avenue, in a neighborhood of European Jewish immigrants, their children and grandchildren. There was little money, very few books. Roth was not an academic prodigy; his teachers sensed his street intelligence but they were not overawed by his classroom performance. Roth learned to write through imitation. His first published story, “The Day It Snowed,” was so thoroughly Truman Capote that, he later remarked, he made “Capote look like a longshoreman.”
xxx/ellauri138.html on line 294: Philip is buried at the Bard College Cemetery in upstate New York. He'd once considered "moving in" next to his parents at the Gomel Chesed Cemetery in Newark, New Jersey but there was no immediately close plot and the place had fallen into disrepair and Philip liked things to be very neat. I was thrilled to hear that Philip orchestrated every last detail of his own farewell. I was not invited.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 937: Irwin Allen Ginsberg (3. kesäkuuta 1926 Newark – 5. huhtikuuta 1997 New York) oli erehdyttävästi Pelle-Hermannin näköinen yhdysvaltalainen runoilija. Hän oli beat-liikkeen johtohahmoja ja oli myös vahvasti mukana 1960-luvun hippiliikkeessä. Ginsberg asemoi itsensä juutalais- ja homorunoilijaksi.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 970: Hyvin vedit Allen! Iso käsi sille! Mutta Ginsberg syntyikin juutalaiseen perheeseen Newarkissa, New Jerseyssä, ja varttui läheisessä Patersonissa. Hän oli Louis Ginsbergin toinen poika , joka syntyi myös Newarkissa, opettaja ja julkaissut runoilija, ja entisen Naomi Levyn, syntynyt Nevelissä ( Venäjä) ja kiihkeä marxilainen. Allenikin kääntyi pois juutalaisuudesta kohti buddhalaisuutta.
xxx/ellauri215.html on line 127: From the start, critics complained about the ostensible sameness of Roth’s books, their narcissism and narrowness—or, as he himself put it, comparing his own work to his father’s conversation, “Family, family, family, Newark, Newark, Newark, Jew, Jew, Jew.”
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