At six years of age, he was unequipped to deal with the death of his parents.

It used to be much more of a foreigners’ ghetto, but now many have moved into luxury apartments in the Hsinyi District of east Taipei.

[S]he was quivering like a galvanic battery with the suppressed force of some powerful emotion.

After all, the author of Portnoy's Complaint and Sabbath's Theater has made a literary career out of fudging the line between his life and his fiction, writing endlessly aborn misogynistic protagonists teasingly named Philip.