Philip Roth’s Everyman is my first Roth. Given his popularity in literary circles, I was somewhat dubious, but I was pleased with the novella. It describes a life in passing, giving as much treatment to its positive moments as its sad, and ultimately ending in nothing. It’s a nice story, but a realistic one just the same. We live, we fuck up, we die. It doesn’t try to tell you whether any of it matters, leaving all the figuring as an excercise for the reader. 7/10.