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445 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1979
Gold had little doubt he would succeed in Washington if once given the chance, for he was a master at diplomacy and palace intrigue. He was the department's deadliest strategist in the conflict now raging to attract students to subjects in liberal arts from other divisions of the college and to subjects in English from other departments in liberal arts.
‘I can’t ball you today,’ she told him the moment they were inside, ‘but I give good head.’
Actually, her head was only so-so, but Gold did not criticize and Gold did not care. Before the sun set that same day he learned that Linda Book was the easiest person to give his heart to that he’d ever met. Gold had this penchant for falling in love. Whenever he was at leisure he fell in love. Sometimes he fell in love for as long as four months; most often, though, for six or eight weeks. Once or twice he had fallen in love for a minute. Confident that this new attachment had no better chance of surviving than the others, he yielded himself to it completely.
There's a definition of a friend I once heard expressed by my Swedish publisher. He's Jewish, Ralph, and he lived in Germany under Hitler as a child until his family escaped. He has only one test of a friend now, he told me. "Would he hide me?" is the question he asks. It's pretty much my test of a friend too, when I come down to it. Ralph, if Hitler returns, would you hide me?
All the elements are here: the meta-layer of an author writing about the Jewish experience, the eccentric sprawl of a big family, and the ripe-for-Heller satire of White House politics...yet Good as Gold never quite brings alchemizes them. Heller circles his themes for 500 pages without ever finding lift.
A few tricks show the hand of a gifted writer, including heavy Yiddish seasoning, long tirades against Henry Kissinger, a self-referential headline, and a late fourth wall jab at the book itself. But the spark never takes. It's smart, it's occasionally funny, but beneath it all are the screams of a writer haunted by the brilliance of his first success, still trying to summon it back two decades later.