Author: Matthew Groff

  • Thoughts on the Philip Roth Biography

    I don’t know if you have heard, but there is a new biography on Philip Roth called, “Philip Roth: The Biography” by Blake Bailey. It’s not the most original title, but not unlike a well worn club, it gets the job done. That having been said, I will read Bailey’s Roth biography, and I will also read his biography on John Cheever as well.

    Over the past couple of weeks, as this biography was about to be released to the public, the W. W. Norton & Company marketing department went into overdrive promoting this book, as they should. There was an article in The New York Times, one in The New Yorker by David Remnick no less, and even one on CBS Saturday Morning. I am sure there were more out there, but I stopped with three. They all did their job; made me want to get the biography, and to reread Roth’s work.

    I did notice that all three of these stories on the Roth biography had the same through-line; Roth didn’t want a biography written about him. In one form or another, each piece detailed Roth’s troubled relationship with past biographers, and his tendency to lash out, through unpublished books, defending his reputation after he felt attacked. And, that somehow, either through Roth reaching the end of his life, or by Blake Bailey’s ability to mine the information out of Roth, this biography came to be. And all of that might be completely true. Or a narrative created by the marketing department to increase sales.

    But, then I had this wacky thought that, what if this was Roth’s plan all along? Such as, he denied that most of his work was auto-biographical, but it turns out it was auto-biographical. Roth sure didn’t like the book his ex-wife wrote about him, which painted him as a misogynist. This led Roth to write one of the unpublished manuscripts where he attacked and attacked her, which in the end, sort of confirmed his ex-wife’s book. So, what if Roth created a narrative of “not wanting” a biography, while at the same time leading the biographer to “water?” Wouldn’t that give Roth the final say?

    I will add this; Philip Roth did write a memoir (Patrimony: A True Story) so if he wanted to tell his own story, he could have. In fact, he tried twice, but was persuaded, and it sounds correctly, not to publish. Also, choosing a biographer for your life while you are still alive, does come off as sounding subjective, especially after you had already fired one biographer. Finally, Roth was the best storyteller in the room, so why would he let someone else tell his most important story?

    Just a thought. I mean, I will still buy the book.

  • I Got Vaccinated, and I Waited

    I got my first vaccine today. In three weeks, I will get my second vaccine. And then I guess we start living in a post Covid-19 world.

    That’s all good. And I do want to focus on the fact that we are getting close to living in a world where you can go places and see people. That this vaccine will be my first step in moving towards this world.

    I was nervous going to get the vaccine this morning. Anxious, nervous, feeling off, and butterflies in the stomach; all of that was happening to me as I headed out to The Bronx. Everyone is handling getting their vaccine in their own way. I have friends who dressed up for it, others who started to cry when they got it, and still others who took pictures of the whole process, including the nurse who gave the shot. I had brought my journal, as I wanted to write about it, document what I was thinking and how it felt. I even thought about taking pictures.

    And then I got to the hospital and I just wanted to experience it. Just be. Let it happen, and not think. I filled out my paperwork, and sat in the waiting room. My nurse was a real nice guy, and took me back to the room from my shot. He was an easy going person, and the shot was painless, and he handed me a button showing that I was vaccinated, though I don’t think I should wear it until I get the second shot. You know you have to wait 15 minutes, and I set a timer on my phone, and waited. I waited, and I thought how my salvation was being confirmed by waiting. Not doing, just sitting.

  • Staying in Remote Learning

    Spring Break is over for the kid, and we are back at it with remote school. When last I wrote about school, it was about the decision that the wife and I have to make about whether we would send our daughter to the school, or if we would continue remote learning. After kicking the idea around for a week, we decided that it would be best for our daughter to stay in her remote class. This is the best choice out of nothing but bad options.

    The main driving force in our decision was consistency. By switching over to blended learning, it would mean that the kid would get two new teachers; one in the classroom, and one that is remote, as this would be an every other day system. Also, NYC schools still have a policy implemented that shuts down the school if two people have positive test results. At any point, the kid could get moved to remote learning until the Department of Education gives an all clear to return. In some cases, that may take up to a week to reopen. Though I just saw on my phone that the Mayor is revising this policy.

    By staying with the remote learning, we will have a consistent teacher, who is the school’s actual kindergarten teacher, and we know, as she has been at the school for over ten years, that she is teaching the kids in the system to get them ready for first grade in that school. This, we feel, gives the kid the best foundation for continuing to succeed at this school. And it is a school that we really like, and tests academically well, so we plan on staying there.

    But, this decision means that our daughter will go this entire school year without having any kid interaction in the school, which is awful. There is all the social interaction with being around kids, learning to communicate, and make friends, and share, and all of that fun wonderful stuff. And also, learning to separate from us and be her own person.

    Like I said, there was no clear right choice. It was a decision that we hope is right, and only time will tell.

  • Sharing Photos with the Kid

    There has been a project that I have been meaning to get started on, which is getting photographs framed, and up on the walls. I have been squirreling away picture frames for some time, because when we go to IKEA, I pick up one or two. (Yes, I have a very unhealthy obsession with IKEA.) With it being Spring Break this week for the kid, I thought this might be fun for us to do together. We went out to our storage space, and grabbed the boxes for pictures and frames, and settled in on this project last night.

    When I started pulling out the pictures from the box, all still in that folder envelope that your pictures would come in after they were developed, the kid wanted to know why they were like that. (She has only lived in a digital world, and will never know that you used to have to wait for your pictures, and even then, you weren’t sure that they would turn out.) The pictures that I had were from Fall of 1995 to Summer of 2006, as after 2006, I used a digital camera, and never when back to film.

    And as I shared these pictures of my early and late 20’s life with my daughter, she had a perplexed look on her face. I remember feeling confused when my parents would show me pictures of their life at Southern Illinois University, or back in their high school days in Kankakee. Little six-year-old me was confused because it was hard for me to fathom my parents had a life before me and my brothers. My parents were fun, but serious, responsible people who ate their vegetables, paid their bills, and went to bed on time. Who were these people with beers in their hands, smoking, captured mid-laugh in photographs? Who were these people?

    The kid looked at the photos of me, with long hair, circle glasses, beer in hand, smoking, and wondered what I wondered when I was her age; who is this guy? Who are these people with Dad? What are they doing? Why is that guy hugging a tree?

  • Personal Review: Batman Movies (1989 to 1997)

    My daughter is very big into superhero movies right now. Not sure how long this will last, but for now, I am happy to indulge her fandom. We have been through all the MCU movies, and we even did Superman (1978) and Superman II (1980), but pretty much fell off from the rest of the DC Universe. Then about two weeks ago, one of the kids at the playground was playing “Batman” and my daughter asked if there are any Batman movies. Well, it was time for my kid to learn about the wild world of Batman from 1989 to 1997; Batman, Batman Returns, Batman Forever, and Batman & Robin.

    Batman (1989): Out of these four movies, undoubtedly the best, and I would add that without this movie, there would have never been an MCU. It pretty much started the “serious” superhero movie. I will add that Michael Keaton is my favorite Batman. Sure, it might have to do with the fact that I saw this movie three times in the theater over the summer of 1989. The kid liked it, but didn’t get how Batman and the Joker “made” each other. I still have an issue with the Joker being able to shoot down the Batwing with one bullet. Either the Joker is a great shot, or the Batwing has some serious defects.

    Batman Returns (1992): The first question the kid asked as the movie started was if Joker was going to be in this one. I think that bodes well that Jack was a great Joker. For me, it felt like Burton was more interested in the villains than Batman, such as Batman was an afterthought. The kid liked it but wanted to know how Catwoman got her cat powers; magic, tech, or mutant? I’m not really sure. I will say that this movie does have a very slight touch of campy to it, which was a harbinger for the rest of the series.

    Batman Forever (1995):  The kid did not like it. She didn’t understand why Robin was a superhero, nor know who Two-Face was, and why The Riddler became an evil supervillain? Also, she really could not follow what the story was. For me, and I like Val Kilmer, but it seemed like Val was taking the role serious, and everyone else was camping it up. It also had a James Bond feeling of an ending, whereas the good guy goes to the secret lair to defeat the henchmen and the bad guy in a huge set that blows up. The movie was going in several different directions, never feeling like there was a cohesive style throughout. And then there was that “Bat Butt” shot, that my kid picked up on and laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and laughed…

    Batman & Robin (1997): Well… you know. It’s a mess, but we all know it’s a mess. About thirty minutes into the picture, my kid asked me if we had to finish it. Yes, I said, because this will make you a funnier person! Watching the movie, I don’t think there was a single idea that was shot down, everything went in it. And the puns. This movie might be the reason I hate puns so much.

    Now that we are done with these Batman movies, that will be it for the time being. The Christopher Nolan Batman movies are great, but just too adult for the kid right now. She needs to the good guy to win without question, but she is now beginning to understand that some movies are good, and some movies are bad. What I really hope happens next is that she learns to love bad movies.