cover image My Romance

My Romance

Gordon Lish. W. W. Norton & Company, $18.95 (142pp) ISBN 978-0-393-03001-3

Redoubtable editor and minimalist guru Lish again indulges in somewhat tasteless ``faction,'' using himself as protagonist, with a cast including his parents, wife and son along with such publishing and literary notables as Denis Donoghue and James Salter. This time his characteristic monologue ( Dear Mr. Capote ; Peru ) takes the form of a speech purportedly delivered at a writer's conference. In it, the narrator/Lish speaks obsessively about his father's death, for which he may have been responsible, and his chronic psoriasis, which led to a ``romance'' with a fellow Random House employee (``There was no sex; it was just seeing everything,'' i.e., Lish's lesion-covered body, sans clothes but with shoes). There are also references to the deaths of his mother and sister (the latter by suicide); to Arnold Gingrich, publisher of Esquire , on his deathbed; and to his wife's illness. An exercise in narcississm, the narrative is a sustained whine about the difficulty of expressing love and the essential human inadequacy in the face of death. Some readers may be intrigued by the author's quirky voice; others may succumb to mounting impatience and distaste. (July)