A review by the_dave_harmon
Herzog, by Philip Roth, Saul Bellow


So I went back and finished it.
So my big complaint is there are these long asides where he departs from the narrative and starts rambling. And it's generally incoherent blathering that doesn't seem to mean anything. And I guess it's supposed to be Herzog's stream of consciousness? Letting us in on his mental confusion he is going through. But it was not enjoyable to read. Better than Virginia Woolf though.