Roth is war. Roth is love. Roth is imagination. Roth is America! He scribbles and shoots for the stars and--swoosh! His words are Chinese silk. Many years from now the literature gods will sound their trumpets. Many of you will hear the roar. It won't be a jungle cat. It will be the ghost of the great one.
Do you agree?
Over and out,
Joey
Do you agree?
Over and out,
Joey