Philip Roth has an essay at the back of the paperback of Portnoy's Complaint about how the first lines of his novels came to him. It's a nice example of how Roth can take a tiny literality and squeeze more metaphorical substance from it than would seem possible (and, simultaneously, take a metaphor and squeeze it unto literality).
This Incomprehensible Whatever-it-was—By Wyatt Mason
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