No novels from Roth anymore

[Bled Welder]

I want to, with Bailey, with his dead dad, everliving father, let's get up
and dance.

Salute.  Cheers mate.

On Mon, Nov 12, 2012 at 12:52 AM, Michael Bailey <
michael.lee.bailey at gmail.com> wrote:

>  Bled Welder wrote:
> > Speaking of which, Bailey, ... are you going to speak again now, as I
> wish, or do I have to
> > swim down to Florida and extract it from you?
> >
> >
>
>
> Roth is an excellent novelist and apparently has chosen to divert his
> attention to biography, his own...that's his prerogative but maybe he
> will discover some new fictional ideas when reviewing his life...seems
> like a possible...some late-life roguishness when he tires of the
> sobriety (i mean, you can only be so serious for so long before a
> lobster thermidorean reaction sets in)
>
> as for me, why i'm not saying much the past few days -
>
> my dad died last Tuesday.  he was 86, and went peacefully, but
> still...life piled upon life were all too few
>
> it's hard to be sober and solemn about it - he was such a jolly soul
> that i'm remembering a lot of his sayings:
>
> abn - always be nice
> in our house we laugh and dance and sing
> just the way i like it (especially when presented with burnt toast)
>
>
> Mostly for the feeling (ie, "i don't mean anything by it") i find
> myself now humming this evening this verse...
>
>
> 3. The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
> Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
> Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:
> Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.
>
>
> as i said, i don't mean anything by it.  i don't have any particular
> group - not even the house republicans - in mind when mentioning ship
> of fools
>
> ...another thing he often quoted was Samuel Johnson about how the
> knowledge one is to be hanged in 2 weeks concentrates the mind
> wonderfully...it is Margaret I'm mourning for...
>
> watching him live 86 years and his reactions as his old buds and
> relatives and even people he didn't like dwindled, and were no more...
> he used to twinklingly, maybe even a little bit raucously, quote "And
> if I should live to be
> The last leaf upon the tree
> In the spring,
> Let them smile, as I do now,
> At the old forsaken bough
> Where I cling."
>
> after a quadruple bypass at age 49, and other stuff, detached retina,
> hernia, abdominal aortic aneurism, angioplasty, so forth...he
> continued working till he was 71, had a nice retirement, enjoyed the
> heck out of his grandkids, passing away peacefully, though even at the
> last, his vitality and responsiveness gave me (and some of the nurses)
> the impression that he was going to make a comeback, maybe make 87,
> but he was old and full of days...
>
> He had this Cossack hat in the winter in Michigan and used to take us
> sledding; he'd listen to JP McCarthy on WJR in the morning; he had an
> inimitable and contagious smile; he was a good dad, and please forgive
> the boast, but he was a magnificent person!
>
>
>
>
>
> --
> - where the bee sucks, there suck I
>
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