Fwd: A riff related to Philip Roth: This sentimentally kind person is too, too generous--minded.

[Mark Kohut]

Philip Roth-- NOT:
https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2019/mar/21/philip-roth-apartment-privacy-literary-tourism

1) They [the estate] chose to leave his shoes and toothbrushes, etc?...Pure
exploitation of the man after death.. Just an awful ramping up of the "have
the small of
coffee" in the air when they look at your house, or popcorn.
2) All those trooping through are potential buyers? Bullshit. They are
ghost touchers; tourists of a private person's dead life. It is a variant
of nostalgia for the writer---READ Roth on nostalgia and know their
sickness.
3) She admits she goes after dead writers this way? yet.....
4) Has she read Roth?...These people remind me of Pepler--is that his
name?--or other characters who dog the writer relentlessly, won't let him
go, in the fiction. (And not by reading him)
 As if they--we-- all want to be the other Roth from Operation Shylock.

If I was still in NYC, I would want to see his place, too. I once saw him
packing his car in front of it alone. I resisted going up to him because of
his fiction and a feeling of honoring his privacy, *even though he might
have remembered me from when we had chatted in the bookstore I once ran in
his Connecticut town.  *I say easily from this distance that I would resist
the temptation.

Star-fucking the dead---Day of the Living Dead---is a ghoulish horror
movie.