The disgruntled novelist’s wife in Philip Roth’s The Ghost Writer—of which Perry’s film is a loose adaptation in all but name—could have been referring to Friedman or Ike Zimmerman, his much older, equally miserable mentor, when she says, of her husband, that “not living is what he makes his beautiful fiction out of.”
Yes, it’s a riff on Roth’s novel “The Ghost Writer,” a story about a young writer, Philip Lewis Friedman, who accepts an invitation to the rural home of an established (though now blocked) elder writer.
Playfully mixing around component parts from Roth’s The Ghost Writer, Perry borrows the setup and then veers off into another direction altogether.
He’s a little bit Roth himself, in a cruel way, and a great deal of Roth’s fictional alter ego Nathan Zuckerman, and of E.I. Lonoff, the literary mentor to young Zuckerman in Roth’s The Ghost Writer.
Early on, Zimmerman invites Philip to stay at his country retreat, a situation recalling that of The Ghost Writer, in which young Zuckerman is a weekend guest at the rural house of an older writer, in some ways modeled on Roth’s own hero Bernard Malamud.