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Summary: Bamboozled by positive reviews
Review: I read Portnoy's Complaint and was surprised by how bad it was. It's a long, reflective monolog, which is a difficult endeavor for any writer, especially when they're bad like Philip Roth. The narrative is being told to a doctor, so I will no fill the role of the doctor with a critique of the book.
"Right...Talk faster, get to the point...Why would you do that... Yes, I understand: you're a Jew stereotype and a pervert.... Yes, got it, Jew. Shut up with that already, I don't care...you already told me that...Talk faster...Talk faster.... You are taking too long with your story and I'm losing interest....Okay, I've had enough. Are you almost done? No! You're not? How can that be? You've been talking for so long....Shut up....Shut up already....That's it, I'm either leaving or killing you....Well, you've asked for it...That's it, you're done....That wasn't funny at all. Why did you think that that would keep me here....Good, you're done. Excellent, not your story but you being finished."People kept calling this book funny. Where's the funny? I didn't see any funny. Some of the phrases were amusing, and I chuckled because of some anecdotes, but then he kept going with them. Just going and going. If you want a funny book, get one by Woody Allen. If you want a coaster, this will suffice.
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