Commentary: Philip Roth's useful blueprint for women
Philip Roth taught me everything I know about men, or at least most of what I've needed to know. I was probably 19 when I read "Portnoy's Complaint," the novel the New Yorker called "the dirtiest book ever published" and whose countless masturbation scenes include one in which the young narrator, Alexander Portnoy, achieves sexual fulfillment with a slab of liver that his mother later serves for dinner.
At that time in my life, I was trying to figure out how men's minds worked and,
