There was something Zeus-like about Mailer himself as he pondered my questions – yet at times he was as earthy as Studs Lonigan.
His blue eyes shone when he told me how often a man needs to pee at his age.
‘At George Plimpton’s memorial service’ he said ‘in Saint John the Divine – I suddenly had to go and I knew I wouldn’t make it down the aisle.
So I went into a corridor at the side and there I met Philip Roth.
Sometimes I have to go into a telephone kiosk to pee – Phil – I said.
You just can’t wait at my age.
I know, said Roth—it’s the same with me.
Well I said – you always were precocious’.