One of the giants of American literature, you may have heard, is retiring:
To his friends the notion of Mr. Roth not writing is like Mr. Roth not breathing. It sometimes seemed as if writing were all he did. He worked alone for weeks at a time at his house in Connecticut, reporting every morning to a nearby studio where he wrote standing up, and often going back there in the evening.
I’ve heard some strident disagreements, but for me Philip Roth’s American Pastoral was one of the finest American novels of the 1990s.