by Philip Roth
Houghton Mifflin, 2006
(182 pages, $24.00, hardcover)
reviewed by Graeme Hunter
Aging, growing ill, and dying are sure to be recurring themes in the years to come, as the noisy postwar generation awakens to the fact that sickness cannot always be cured, nor aging deferred, and that life’s confusing comedy has a final scene. But few will tell the story of everyman’s mortality with such cold, brief clarity as Philip Roth achieves in Everyman. Few will tell it so well.
Religion, however, is written out of Everyman. Its protagonist (who is unnamed) is a militantly secular Jew.
Religion was a lie that he had recognized early in life . . .