The first half, say up to when he is dumped by his last lover (age difference) is great: ironical, fast paced, full of insights and autobiographical. Then he gets lost: holocaust, poems of his wife and love of his life, unfinished books, a young student to write a new book with....it's aimless. It is as if something happened to him during the writing. And I think we all know now what it was: he was gerring treated for cancer. Respect for a great author I did not know before but...this book does not deserve the high praises
I read about it.