Goodbye, Columbus Philip Roth Philip Roth may or may not be America's greatest living writer, but there's no doubt that he writes the best first paragraph in American fiction --- and has from the beginning. Consider the start of “Goodbye, Columbus,” his debut novella and the winner of the 1960 National Book Award for fiction. “The first time I saw Brenda she asked me to hold her glasses.” That's Neil Klugman talking. He's at a swimming pool. Brenda dives, swims, returns, takes her glasses. As she moves away, “she caught the bottom of her suit between thumb and index finger and flicked what flesh had been showing back where it belonged. My blood jumped.” In 16 lines, we get the picture: young people, summer lust. In the lines that follow, the picture becomes more complex. Neil lives in Newark, with his Aunt Gladys and Uncle Max, in a crazy household where no one eats the same meal or at the same time. Brenda Patimkin lives in Short Hills --- a suburb so alien to Gladys that she uses its phone book to prop up a table. You know where the story will go. Neil, poor, graduate of Rutgers, working at the public library, dark and Semitic, ambitious and resentful. Brenda, rich, assimilated (she's had a nose job), Radcliffe. In the heat of the summer, they'll have a romance that's largely fueled by lust. Ah, summer love. At the pool, under water, Neil pulls down the top of Brenda's swimsuit and her breasts pop out --- like fish. The every night passion in the game room at her house. Soon Brenda and Neil have worked themselves into a frenzy. But no one sees it --- the Patimkins just don't think that way. Their lives are about work and sports, about healthy, public competition: tennis, basketball in the driveway, golf. Roth's pace and pitch are flawless. The deserted swimming pool, silver on a grey day. Long walks on suburban streets just a few hundred feet higher --- but so much cooler --- than the streets of Newark. Bowls of fruit in the Patimkins' basement refrigerator. And, of course, The Conversation. It's about love, it's about a diaphragm, who can tell the difference? But one thing about a great writer --- he wastes nothing. That diaphragm, like a revolver in Chekhov, will return in a later act, for Brenda will leave it home when she goes back to school and her mother will find it and all hell will break loose. Yes, in 140 pages, the question has moved far beyond summer love to the real thing --- terrible pun, and forgive me, but the rubber meets the road. The story gets resolved as we know it must. And more, it points to a future that Roth could barely imagine and that we know all about: the evolution of Neil into other first-person narrators who explore religion and status and striving in a remarkable body of work. Philip Roth was 25 when he wrote “Goodbye, Columbus.” A great achievement at any point in a writer's career, but as a first effort, at that tender age….and then to fill the rest of the book with five accomplished short stories….I feel like Aunt Gladys: t's hot in here, I need to sit down with a cool drink. --- by Jesse Kornbluth, for HeadButler.com To buy “Goodbye, Columbus” from Amazon.com, click here. Copyright 2006 by Head Butler Inc.