Goodbye, Columbus
by Philip Roth (1959)
Vintage (1993)
298 pp


This past week Philip Roth’s first book, Goodbye, Columbus, celebrated fifty years. Those of you who’ve been followed my blog last year know that he is one of my favorite authors, though I’ve really only read novels written since The Ghost Writer. I was very curious how his work would feel at its inception. Also, this being Roth’s only collection of short stories, how good would this master novelist be in that form?

The book is really one novella, Goodbye, Columbus, and five short stories: “The Conversion of the Jews,” “Defender of the Faith,” “Epstein,” “You Can’t Tell a Man by the Song He Sings,” and “Eli, the Fanatic.” I particularly enjoyed reading them after reading about their stand-ins in Roth’s later Zuckerman books. Well, it’s easy to see why a young man, after writing this kind of work, would find himself welcomed by literary recluses. All of the stories are incredibly well written, the kind of writing one would expect from a much older writer, one who’d learned control through maturity. But, truth be told, probably the most conspicuous difference between Roth at twenty-five and Roth at seventy-five is the absence of death as a theme in the former. The skill and many Rothian signatures are already there. Saul Bellow expressed it best: “Unlike those of us who come howling into the world, blind and bare, Mr. Roth appears with nails, hair, teeth, speaking coherently.”

My favorite of the five short stories was “Defender of the Faith” first published in The New Yorker in 1959. It must be one of the more iconoclastic pieces, one that was surely uncomfortable for the Jewish community. It takes place at the end of World War II, in the brief period after fighting in Europe had ceased but before fighting in the Pacific came to its shocking end. Sergeant Nathan Marx, after fighting for a year in Europe, is back on U.S. soil in Missouri, supervising training.

In one of his groups are three young Jewish boys, all of whom breathe a sigh of relief when they think their new Sergeant is also a Jew. Though he tries not to let on, through a few slips of the tongue, the trainees find out he is a Jew, and they hope that he will find a way to allow them to go to shul on Friday nights when they usually have to clean the barracks. Somewhat resentful, though understanding, he finds a way to grant them leave to go to the synagogue. Feeling a bit like a part of his past is missing, he decides to attend with them and swears he hears one of them say something like “Let the goyim clean the floors.” The favors build, as does the guilt he feels when he reprimands the supplicant who calls him anti-Semitic.

It’s a very interesting piece, especially considering the timing. Were Jews willing to allow someone to depict the gradual recognition of Jewish rites (and rights) as the more pejorative “sense of entitlement”? Of course, Roth doesn’t suggest that all Jews feel a sense of entitlement and feel that anyone who denies this is anti-Semitic. But at that time, to even bring it up. Risky and, now, Rothian.

Goodbye, Columbus was published first in The Paris Review in 1959. On its surface, it’s a simple love story doomed from the start because of an unlikely pairing. Neil Klugman is a college grad who lives with his Aunt and Uncle in Newark while he works at the Newark Public Library. An invitee at a club swimming pool, he meets Brenda Patimkin, a resident of suburban Short Hills, still a posh spot to live. In a burst of courage, Neil introduces himself.  Brenda is just unconventional enough to like his advances. Roth depicts Neil’s drive to Short Hills nicely:

Once I’d driven out of Newark, past Irvington and the packed-in tangle of railroad crossings, switchmen shacks, lumberyards, Dairy Queens, and used-car lots, the night grew cooler. It was, in fact, as though the hundred and eighty feet that the suburbs roase in altitude above Newark brought one closer to heaven, for the sun itself became bigger, lower, and rounder, and soon I was driving past long lawns which seemed to be twirling water on where themselves, and past houses where no one sat on stoops, where lights were on but no windows open, for those inside, refusing to share the very texture of life with those of us outside, regulated with a dial the amounts of moisture that were allowed access to their skin.

The Patimkins welcome Neil to the home. Even Brenda’s younger sister Julie and her older brother Ron are kind to the stranger: “Before I’d even reached them, Ron stepped forward and since the Diaspora.” Still, it’s uncomfortable, and Roth’s scenes are filled with ways to depict the discomfort. Neil himself is the cause of much of the discomfort because he wants to read into everything, even critiquing the family portraits.

On the wall hung three colored photo-paintings; they were the kind which, regardless of the subjects, be they vital or infirm, old or youthful, are characterized by bud-cheeks, wet lips, pearly teeth, and shiny, metallized hair. The subjects in this case were Ron, Brenda, and Julie at about ages fourteen, thirteen, and two.  Brenda had long auburn hair, her diamond-studded nose, and no glasses; all combined to make her look a regal thirteen-year-old who’d just gotten smoke in her eyes. Ron was rounder and his hairline was lower, but that of spherical objects and lined courts twinkled in his boyish eyes. Poor little Julie was lost in the photo-painter’s Platonic idea of childhood; her tiny humanity was smothered somewhere back of gobs of pink and white.

Again, the story is more nuanced than what perhaps sounds like a less dramatic West Side Story. It’s not all about class, though that plays a large role. Thankfully, I didn’t have to look too hard for another Roth signature: the comic rant. This one comes from Mr. Patimkin’s brother (who runs a light-bulb plant; Mr. Patimkin’s sink manufacturing plant is much more successful — yes, another Roth signature: the tell-tale / ironic managerial jobs of the rising Jewish population). At a wedding, the uncle gets tipsy and confessional to Neil:

“I’ll tell you something, one good thing happened to me in my whole life. Two maybe. Before I came back from overseas I got a letter from my wife — she wasn’t my wife then. My mother-in-law found an apartment for us in Queens. Sixty-two fifty a month it cost. That’s the last good thing that happened.”

“What was the first?”

“What first?”

“You said two things,” I said.

“I don’t remember. I say two because my wife tells me I’m sarcastic and a cynic. That way maybe she won’t think I’m such a wise guy.”

The rant continues sporadically through the next several pages, nicely punctuating the themes while providing rhythm and flow to the prose. It also pleased me to no end that Roth knew even then how to make his readers smile at discomfort while taking deep breaths at the soft revelations.

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  1. Rob May 9, 2009 at 6:20 am

    I know I enjoyed reading this a few years back, but it was in the middle of my big Roth binge, and as a result, I don’t remember a great deal about it: it all sort of merges into one Rothian(?) blur. Thanks for the memory jog!

  2. William Rycroft May 9, 2009 at 8:53 am

    He’s one of my favourite authors too Trevor and like you I have read only his later work so it was very interesting to read this. I’ve always been a little tentative about this book for the same reasons you mention but also, having been disappointed by some of his most recent books, I didn’t want to be disappointed again by starting at the beginning. You’ve encouraged me to stop worrying and enjoy what’s there.

  3. Deucekindred May 9, 2009 at 9:06 am

    Great review!

    goodbye Columbus was my first Roth, I was 20 at the time, and I still think that the title story is one of the strongest pieces of writing he’s put a pen to. Defender of the Faith is also my second fave story.

    After that I read a lot of Roth but than began to grow tired of him, however in March I re-read The Plot Against America and it knocked me off my chair with it’s brilliance so I am going to tackle roth again as a 30 year old.

  4. Trevor May 9, 2009 at 10:12 am

    Thanks for the comments, everyone, and on a Saturday morning! Usually I sit around all day Saturday just waiting for visitors :) .

    William, you should definitely stop worrying. It’s a very quick read, but all the more surprising how much is there in spite of the length.

    Rob and Duecekindred, I’m a bit afraid if I keep going strong on Roth that I’ll burn out too soon or blur them together. After I finish the Zuckerman books (I have only Exit Ghost left) I’m not sure what I’ll read next, but it might be a while. Well, I do have Patrimony on the shelf, so maybe that one, since it’s a bit different, will be read soon. If I read those and then his new one this fall (which I will), that will still be six Roth books this year for me. And I’m cutting back?

  5. Nicola May 9, 2009 at 1:23 pm

    Oh, who can forget the beautiful Ali McGraw in the film? I didn’t even know it was based on a book by Philip Roth. I’d like to read it.

  6. Trevor May 9, 2009 at 1:27 pm

    Was it a good film, Nicola? I’ve had the impression that every film adaptation of a Roth book is a bad film. Even he considers most of them “Unwatchable!” Perhaps this is the exception?

  7. Deucekindred May 9, 2009 at 10:06 pm

    Funnily enough when I read Goodby Columbus (the story) for the first time, I thought it would make a great film – I kept on imagining it in the style of The Graduate, where every shot would be memorable

  8. Rob May 11, 2009 at 9:42 am

    I remember watching the film once, very late at night… or rather, I don’t really remember watching it, because it was very late at night…

  9. Trevor May 11, 2009 at 10:04 am

    Twitter has you all pity, Rob :) !

  10. Trevor May 11, 2009 at 11:04 am

    Pithy. “That should say Twitter has you all pithy, Rob.”

    I wonder what it would mean if Twitter had someone all pity.

  11. Rob May 11, 2009 at 5:29 pm

    I don’t know, Trevor, but I like the phrase! I was quite hooked by it until I read your explanation. Maybe we should find a good meaning for it?

  12. miriamkalmanfriedman April 28, 2013 at 8:57 pm

    I taught this novella (Goodbye Columbus) in Sophomore English classes for years. College students today have a very hard time imagining an era when their peers had to hide their sexuality from parents, when girls hid their birth control devices in shame and fear of being discovered. Seems so archaic now.

    Philip Roth is one of my favorite writers–for so many reasons. Why hasn’t he received a Nobel Prize? One has to wonder.
    Miriam Kalman Friedman, PhD

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