Patrimony: A True Story
Philip Roth
1991
The bathroom looked as though some spiteful thug had left his calling card after having robbed the house. As my father was tended to and he was what counted, I would just as soon have nailed the door shut and forgotten that bathroom forever. “It’s like writing a book,” I thought—“I have no idea where to begin.” But I stepped gingerly across the…
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