I recently reread "My Life As a Man" and liked it much better than the first time.
It's interesting, in many early Roth-novels there is this young sensitive sophisticated successfull jewish writer and here comes this parade of astoundingly beautiful girls whose only goal in life seem to be to fall to their knees and have sex with him in every way imaginable. That's okay for a while, but after the 3rd or 4th girl in that fashion it gets kind of boring and you think, ok, here comes another one. I have no way of knowing, it probably happened to the young Philip Roth all the time and he just had to tell the world. But it stinks of a sort of mental masturbation for sure. Ok.
But then in many of the early Roth-novels the protagonist suddenly becomes married or remembers his marriage or etc. and suddenly the tone of the writing changes very much into raw boiling madness, endless depression, insanity and heavy physical violence. Those fights between husband and wife really are up there with Bukowskis best scenes, the woman shitting her pants while trying to kill this guy with her high-heeled shoe, both slapping the hell out of eacht other etc. I always wondered about that, about this contrast. And I have no way of knowing either, of course, but somehow the marriage-madness in the novels always felt much closer to some truth then the parade of beautiful young girls.
Now, Maureen Tarnopol, the crazy wife in "My Life As a Man" is really masterly written. The guy, who is supposed to be the main character completely pales off compared to her, imho. You read this and think, wow, really this is hell. I googled it and read for the first time, that Roth depicted his first wife, one Margaret Martinson in many of the early novels in this way. Like Maureen Tarnopol in "My Life As a Man" she tricked him into marriage by falsely claiming that she was pregnant by him and later died in a car accident.