His literary agent, Andrew Wylie, said the cause was congestive heart failure in confirming the death to the Associated Press.
Mr. Roth’s 1959 debut story collection, “Goodbye, Columbus,” earned him the first of two National Book Awards. He would publish 27 novels, two memoirs and several more story collections by the time he publicly retired from writing in 2012. His lifelong themes included sex and desire, health and mortality, and Jewishness and its obligations — arguably his most definitive subject, given the controversy surrounding his earliest works.
In later years, his focus shifted more frankly to the nation and its discontents, from the rise of Richard Nixon as a political figure in the early Cold War era to the sideshow of the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal in what became known as Mr. Roth’s “American Trilogy”: “American Pastoral” (1997), “I Married a Communist” (1998) and “The Human Stain” (2000).
“He at once talked about America and American-ness but filtered it through the history of the 20th century at large,” said Aimee Pozorski, an associate professor of English at Central Connecticut State University who had written extensively about Mr. Roth.
“He wrote about the American response to the Holocaust, but also about its effects in Israel and Central and Eastern Europe,” Pozorski said. “He talked about the spread of, and simultaneous fear of, communism in the U.S. but also considered cultural shifts in Prague during that time. He could write about these international issues because he was truly cosmopolitan, a global citizen who was grounded by American culture.”
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She called Mr. Roth “the voice of his generation.”
A 2006 survey by the New York Times Book Review of the best books since 1981 found an astonishing six of Mr. Roth’s novels among the top 22. Well into his senior years, he continued to win the highest laurels of his profession with new, evocative works. In 1993, his “Operation Shylock: A Confession” won the PEN/Faulkner prize; in 1995, “Sabbath’s Theater” won the National Book Award; in 1997, “American Pastoral” won the Pulitzer Prize.
His appeal was not limited to elite critical circles, drawing enthusiastic fans such as Bruce Springsteen, the rock musician and fellow native New Jerseyan. Speaking of Mr. Roth’s “American Trilogy,” Springsteen once observed, “To be in his 60s making work that is so strong, so full of revelations about love and emotional pain, that’s the way to live your artistic life. Sustain, sustain, sustain.”
After “The Human Stain,” Mr. Roth sprinted to his career’s finish line with a remarkable decade-long kick. In short, he wrote seven more books.
His topics were often autobiographical, yet so tantalizingly veiled that “Philip Roth” appeared in several novels. Mr. Roth relished blurring the line between fact and fiction; his second wife, the English-born actress Claire Bloom, felt betrayed when she read a manuscript of “Deception: A Novel” (1990), a brutally frank anatomy of infidelity that featured characters named Philip and Claire.
Mr. Roth removed Bloom’s name before publishing but included an afterword with the figures arguing.
“To compromise some ‘character’ doesn’t get me where I want to be,” the book’s “Philip” says to the nameless English woman. “What heats things up is compromising me. It kind of makes the indictment juicier, besmirching myself.”
Mr. Roth’s 1987 memoir, “The Facts: A Novelist’s Autobiography,” was framed by his correspondence with one of his frequent fictional alter egos, Nathan Zuckerman. The author asked his creation for feedback.
“Don’t publish,” Zuckerman replied at the end of the memoir, delivering a harsh critique of the “real” Mr. Roth for all his blind spots and willful omissions.
Zuckerman, like Mr. Roth a Jewish writer assaulted by Jewish critics at the outset of his career, was one of several figures Mr. Roth returned to repeatedly in his fiction. The character was central in books from “The Ghost Writer” — the 1979 novel in which Zuckerman imagines he is married to the real Anne Frank (who secretly and miraculously survived the Holocaust) — to 2007’s “Exit Ghost,” which found an irascible, ailing Zuckerman swapping his Connecticut retreat with a young Manhattan couple fleeing the city post-9/11.
Another frequent protagonist was David Kepesh, who was introduced in Kafkaesque fashion as a 6-foot-tall mammary gland in “The Breast” (1972) and exited as the lusty, lonely intellectual of “The Dying Animal” in 2001.
Mr. Roth’s home town of Newark also often figured in his work. His final novel, “Nemesis” (2010), vividly recalls the panic that gripped the city during the polio scare of the 1940s.
'I wanted a hard time'
Philip Milton Roth was born on March 19, 1933, to first-generation Americans — Herman Roth, an insurance salesman for Metropolitan Life, and his wife, the former Bess Finkel. They were Jews who “were and were not religious,” and they “didn’t talk about the past. There was no remembering elsewhere,” he recalled in “The Facts.”
He winced when referred to as an American Jewish writer. “Growing up Jewish as I did and growing up American seemed to me indistinguishable,” he wrote, also in “The Facts.” “I’d come from a small, safe, relatively happy provincial background — my Newark neighborhood in the thirties and forties was just a Jewish Terre Haute.”
Mr. Roth left Newark for Bucknell University in Pennsylvania mainly out of restlessness, to escape his familiar home town and his father.
“I wanted something difficult and dangerous to happen to me. I wanted a hard time. Well, I got it,” Mr. Roth said in 1984. (Explaining the notoriety of “Portnoy’s Complaint” and his own in an essay titled “Imagining Jews” for the New York Review of Books in 1974, Mr. Roth wrote, “Going wild in public is the last thing in the world that a Jew is expected to do.”)
At Bucknell, he edited the literary magazine, was elected to the Phi Beta Kappa honor society and conscientiously began to find his writer’s voice, ruthlessly critiquing a colleague in print and discovering “a flash of talent for comic destruction.”
After graduating from Bucknell in 1954, he received a master’s degree in English the next year from the University of Chicago and served in the Army for a year (largely behind a desk in Washington.). He then returned to Chicago and taught English at his alma mater while writing fiction. An early admirer was novelist and future Nobel laureate Saul Bellow, who told an interviewer that Mr. Roth’s stories “showed a wonderful wit and great pace.”
In 1957, Mr. Roth’s short story “Defender of the Faith” was accepted by the New Yorker. The portrayal of a young Jewish soldier ignobly demanding religious loyalty from his Army superior — also Jewish — angered critics who worried about negative depictions of Jews.
When “Goodbye, Columbus” was accepted for publication in 1958, Mr. Roth resigned his teaching post and moved to Manhattan, but the friction with his antagonists wasn’t over.
In 1962, Mr. Roth shared a panel with “Invisible Man” author Ralph Ellison and Italian novelist Pietro di Donato during a symposium at Yeshiva University. Again he was denounced by questioners who thought he was undermining Jews. Mr. Roth later recycled the incident in “The Ghost Writer,” and he frequently said the standoff was formative.
In 1973, Mr. Roth explained the double-edged sword of those early attacks:
“I might turn out to be a bad artist, or no artist at all, but having declared myself for art — the art of Tolstoy, James, Flaubert, and Mann, whose appeal was as much in their heroic literary integrity as in their work — I imagined I had sealed myself off from being a morally unacceptable person, in others’ eyes as well as my own.
“I think now — I didn’t then — that this conflict with my Jewish critics was as valuable a struggle as I could have had at the outset of my career. . . . I resented how they read me, but I was never able to complain afterward that they didn’t read me; I never felt neglected.”
Mr. Roth married Margaret Martinson, his first wife, in 1959. They separated in 1963, and in 1968 Martinson died in an auto accident. The marriage was intensely difficult; Mr. Roth painted his wife as stifling and manipulative in “The Facts,” giving her the pseudonym of “Josie.” The marriage contributed to an extended period in the 1960s when the novelist said he was barely able to write. The gap from 1962 to 1967 was the longest he ever went between publishing.
A regimen of psychoanalysis led to the neurosis-filled “Portnoy’s Complaint,” the riotous tale of one young Jewish man’s anxiety and excessive masturbation. An early stab at the book was a play called “The Nice Jewish Boy,” which in 1964 had a trial reading at New York’s American Place Theatre with Dustin Hoffman. (The script didn’t work.)
“There’s always something behind a book to which it has no seeming connection, something invisible to the reader which has helped unleash the writer’s impulse,” Mr. Roth said of “Portnoy’s Complaint” in the 1984 collection “Writers at Work.” “I’m thinking about the rage and rebelliousness that were in the air, the vivid examples I saw around me of angry defiance and hysterical opposition. This gave me a few ideas for my act.”
“Portnoy’s Complaint” drew criticism from Jewish groups for its perceived ethnic stereotyping and from others for its sexual explicitness. But it also won praise from prominent reviewers for being playful and moving, a masterpiece on guilt. Writing in the New York Times, author and screenwriter Josh Greenfeld called it a “deliciously funny book, absurd and exuberant, wild and uproarious.”
If “Portnoy’s Complaint” made Mr. Roth a household name, it also generated enduring jokes at his expense that likened him to the self-pleasuring title character. The most memorable was uttered by novelist Jacqueline Susann, who remarked on “The Tonight Show” that Mr. Roth may be a terrific writer, “but I wouldn’t want to shake hands with him.”
The acclaim for the “Ghost Writer” trilogy — with the writer Zuckerman viewed as a very close stand-in for his creator through “Zuckerman Unbound” (1981) and “The Anatomy Lesson” (1983) — rescued Mr. Roth once and for all from the “Portnoy’s” reputation as a clown prince of sexual provocation.
“When all of those books were taken together, you had my story,” he said in the 2013 PBS documentary “Philip Roth: Unmasked.”
Yet earlier he had said: “Nathan Zuckerman is an act. Making fake biography, false history, concocting a half-imaginary existence out of the actual drama of my life is my life. There has to be some pleasure in this job, and that’s it. To go around in disguise. To act a character. To pass oneself off as what one is not. To pretend. The sly and cunning masquerade.”
Beginning in the late 1970s and continuing through the 1980s, Mr. Roth and Bloom split their time between the United States and London. (They married in 1990 and divorced in 1995.) In 1989, Mr. Roth left his longtime publisher Farrar, Straus and Giroux for a $2.1 million, three-book deal with Simon & Schuster — at the time a huge and risky sum, skeptics suggested, for such an intensely literary author.
If few American writers compare with Mr. Roth’s frank analysis of the male body’s desires and decline, it is because Mr. Roth wrote with near-unbearable clarity about so many of his own physical challenges.
Mr. Roth endured knee surgery and then a quintuple bypass in 1989, in a period when he was addicted to the drug Halcion. That, in turn, triggered depression and emotional instability, as described by Mr. Roth and Bloom (and as featured in “Operation Shylock”).
At 34 he suffered a burst appendix and then peritonitis, a condition that once plagued Mr. Roth’s father and killed two of his uncles. Back trouble hampers Zuckerman in “The Anatomy Lesson”; in real life it drove Mr. Roth to suicidal thoughts. In “The Dying Animal,” Kepesh’s autumnal lust is described with humiliating exactitude, a problem exacerbated, as in so many of Mr. Roth’s books, by the presence of an apparently healthy and beautiful young woman.
Mr. Roth was admitted for psychiatric care in 1993, and Bloom’s memoir, “Leaving a Doll’s House,” says that on the admitting form Mr. Roth cited health concerns and bad reception for “Operation Shylock” — a book featuring dueling Philip Roth figures during the Jerusalem trial of accused Nazi war criminal John Demjanjuk. In the New Yorker, John Updike had written that Mr. Roth “has become an exhausting writer to be with. His characters seem to be on speed, up at all hours and talking until their mouths bleed.”
In her book, Bloom draws herself as caged by an often wrathful Mr. Roth, describing his emotional gamesmanship as “Machiavellian.” “Philip’s novels provided all one needed to know about his relationships with women,” Bloom wrote, “most of which had been just short of catastrophic.”
For decades Mr. Roth’s primary home and workshop was his late-18th-century farmhouse in northwest Connecticut, where distractions could be kept at bay. His existence was described as austere and semi-reclusive.
“I’m like a doctor and it’s an emergency room,” Mr. Roth said in 2000 of his Connecticut seclusion. “And I’m the emergency.”
Mr. Roth’s powerful, probing, mocking literary voice largely failed to translate in Hollywood, despite several attempts. A version of “Portnoy’s Complaint,” released in 1972 and starring Richard Benjamin and Karen Black, received scathing reviews. “The Human Stain,” released in 2003, starred Anthony Hopkins and Nicole Kidman. “Elegy” (2008), based on “The Dying Animal,” starred Ben Kingsley and Penélope Cruz and was seen as lacking Mr. Roth’s trademark ferocity.
“It’s a wonder that filmmakers continue to adapt Mr. Roth’s work to the screen, which is largely inhospitable to tough, prickly and unappetizing ideas and characters, especially in America,” film critic Manohla Dargis wrote in the Times review of “Elegy.” “It seems instructive that no great director has tackled this great writer, whether out of fear or shrewdness.”
Mr. Roth’s detractors included author Carmen Callil, who in 2011 noisily resigned as a judge of Britain’s Man Booker International Prize when the three-person panel chose Mr. Roth for its award. “He goes on and on about the same subject in almost every single book,” Callil said. “It’s as though he’s sitting on your face and you can’t breathe.”
Replied fellow judge Rick Gekoski: “Tell me one other writer who 50 years apart writes masterpieces. . . . In the 1990s he was almost incapable of not writing a masterpiece — ‘The Human Stain,’ ‘The Plot Against America,’ ‘I Married a Communist.’ He was 65-70 years old. What the hell was he doing writing that well?”
In the 2013 PBS documentary, Mr. Roth, by then routinely rumored as a candidate for the Nobel Prize, said: “In the coming years I have two great calamities to face — death and a biography. Let’s hope the first comes first.” In “Exit Ghost,” Zuckerman has nothing but scorn for the young biographer seeking to unearth long-held “facts” about E.I. Lonoff, the aging, difficult, reclusive Jewish writer Zuckerman visited in “The Ghost Writer.”
Yet when Mr. Roth announced his retirement in 2012, it was soon revealed that the author was cooperating with biographer Blake Bailey.
“Am I Lonoff? Am I Zuckerman? Am I Portnoy?” Mr. Roth asked in a 1981 interview. “I could be, I suppose. I may be yet. But as of now I am nothing like so sharply delineated as a character in a book. I am still amorphous Roth.”
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