Title: Interesting Reflections, Too Obsessed with Sex
Product review: Like many novels in our postmodern world, Heller's final work is interesting and engaging, but also very caught up with sex. His reflections and humour are still as good as ever, and especially profound are his insights into what it means to grow old and the pressure on aging writers to produce a(nother) masterpiece. The novel runs the intellectual gamut from the Illiad to Tom Sawyer, plus offers a compendium of other works that I intend to pursue. Overall, a worthwhile find in the mode of contemporary, male-authored literature ala Updike and Roth.
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