Portnoy’s Complaint
Philip Roth
1969
Even if I consider myself too much of a big shot to set foot inside a synagogue for fifteen minutes—which is all he is asking—at least I should have respect enough to change into decent clothes for the day and not make a mockery of myself, my family, and my religion.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, my back (as is usual) all I will offer him to look at while…
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