I was working at Avon Books and I remembered this book that I'd read some years earlier when I was a cab driver, and I bought the book at lunchtime with Alan Barnard advising me – now you say this, now you say that – from these two chaps Sid Solomon and Chip Chafetz. And they had republished the book in the interim in a rather nasty edition with not one introduction but three or maybe four, and they were presenting the book as a Jewish book. Well, it certainly was about Jews, and Henry Roth was certainly Jewish, and I think all the introductions were written by Jews about the Jewish-American immigrant experience. But what the book actually is, well, of course, it's about Jews, and it has a strong autobiographical aspect to it in terms of Henry Roth's family, it really was about the American immigrant experience. It was sort of the classic tale. It could have been Italian, of course, it couldn't have been Italian, but it could have been Irish. It could have been anything. It was, in fact, Jewish, but it was about an immigrant experience in the new world, and it was written fantastically.