Shayna Goodman
Broder’s latest novel, Milk Fed, is a reclaiming of tuna salad identity. If tuna is obtrusively smelly, ethnically distinct, and unsexy, in Milk Fed, Broder gives it an overt and lively sexuality.
Broder’s latest novel, Milk Fed, is a reclaiming of tuna salad identity. If tuna is obtrusively smelly, ethnically distinct, and unsexy, in Milk Fed, Broder gives it an overt and lively sexuality.
Despite my cool, carefully cultivated critical distance on Philip Roth, the man and the writer, I found myself sobbing at the news that his heart had finally failed him. It was as if I had lost a family member. Why?