Authors can be terrible liars, and never more so than when they are in the autobiographical vein. Like salesmen, they are at their most dangerous when most sincere. Roth's publishers trumpet The Facts: A Novelist's Autobiography as the facts, a novelist's autobiography - 'Roth and his battles, defictionalised and unadorned'. It's the more suspicious since Roth's previous writings have played ducks and drakes with factuality and fictionality. He specialises in 'I' narration, with its easy slippage into straight authorial address. He has used his childhood in Weequahic so often that even though I have never been to Newark NJ, I feel I know its pre-war streets as well as I know the Bull at Ambridge. The funniest thing Roth has written by way of explication of his fiction is that 'the personal element is there' - an understatement that ranks with 'I may be gone for some time.'

LRB 16 February 1989 | PDF Download