the professor of desire
my dearest friend iosifidis kept praising to me the virtues of this book. me and george are big fans of milan kundera's writings, we both tried to read gravity's rainbow and failed, and on top of that, he is my fucking hero (i mean george), so i had to prove myself worth of this challenge. besides that, philip roth is one of the favorite woody allen authors, so i had some bonus motivation to read this book.
the bad thing was that i started reading this just after middlesex. the shock there was a big one, and for some reason i could not engage with the musings and misdemeanors of david kepesh. but i think that i could finish it one day.
i think i left it lying there after 50pages. which means something i guess. and apart from that, i can clearly recall myself enjoying it while reading it.
hmm, maybe i'll give it a try sometime soon.
in the next five years.