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I'm afraid it's over. I can no longer have you on my favorite authors list. (No, no let go of F. Scott's sleeve. You're only making this harder than it needs to be.) I want to tell you how much I loved Henderson the Rain King. One of my favorites. It was so full of wit and energy. Then I had to go and read this piece of crap, Herzog. Whereas Henderson was an adventure, this was just a big long bitch session. (Hey, give Borges back his cane.) Yes, fine maybe it's me. In fact I'm sure it...more
There's a little thing I do when I can't write: When I'm feeling sleepy, when my head is in a fog, I reach across my desk, digging under the piles of unanswered mail, to unearth my copy of "Herzog" by Saul Bellow. And then I open the book — anywhere — and read a paragraph....more
It always works. Right away I'm
However, most of us don’t...more
Ah, poveretto!- e Herzog per un momento si unì al mondo obiettivo, e da quell'altezza guardò giù, a se stesso. Anche lui poteva sorridere di Herzog e disprezzarlo. Ma rimaneva sempre il fatto. Io sono Herzog. Io sono obbligato a essere quest'uomo. Nessun'altro può esserlo al posto mio.
Mentre parlavo con una cara amica dell'ultimo film di Woody Allen, all'us...more
I rarely write reviews about fiction – I’m not a literary type. One of the very few I’ve written worth reading is that of The Sun Also Rises. Fiction is not amenable to the type of analysis that comes most naturally to me.
Besides, I’ve only been reading fiction, after a long hi...more
So what happened here? For one, the novel is an intellectual minefield full of philosophical musings, rants, incoherences, etc. Sure this is not so bad, there are glimpses of this in Mr Sammlers Planet as well. Most of it goes over my head. A reader doesn't like to feel l...more
It took me a while to get into this novel, but once I did I really enjoyed it, especially Moses Herzog's hyper-intense, neurotic engagement with nearly everything and everyone he's ever encountered, every book he's ever read, every thought he's ever had. There are a lot of great lines and moments. In particular, I loved this story, which he tells his young daughter, June, while they're waiting in a police station:
“You didn’t tell me about the most-most.”
For an instant he di
Saul Bellow, had got to be one of the humorous authors, and his novels prove it.
Professor Herzog has lived a very strange life, and in writing hilarious letters to his companions, lovers and family his life really only gets funnier.
Crumbs of decency--- all that we paupers can spare one another.
The dream of man's heart, however much we may distrust and resent it, is that life may complete itself in significant pattern. Some incomprehensible way. Before death. Not irrationally but...more
La narración del libro se centra en la figura de Herzo...more
"What do women really want? They eat green salad and drink human blood."
"'Do you think that any Christian in the twentieth century has the right to speak of Jewish Pharisees? From a Jewish standpoint, you know, this hasn't been one of your best periods.'"
"It's so fascinating that hatred should be so personal as to be almost loving. The knife and the wound aching for each other."
Happiness was an absurd and harmful idea, unless it was real...more
While I enjoy inner monologue/dialogue to a degree, this book strongly places you in the mind of Moses Herzog, which remains mostly sharp while his life is disintegrating. My favorite sections were typically the letters, often letters not...more
Saul Bellow reacts to the horrors of history in a different way than do some other writers. The Great Depression, World War II, the Cold War, and the Vietnam War caused widespread disillusionment, which was expressed by great artists such as the poet T.S. Eliot, who wrote the masterpiece "The Wasteland." Moses acknowledges the facts of war and death, but he does not become alienated as a result of them. Moses remembers thinking of the Holocaust when he went to P...more
From the book:
He went on taking stock, lying face down on the sofa. Was he a clever man or an idiot? Well, he could not at this time claim to be clever. He might once have had the makings of a clever character, but he had chosen to be dreamy instead, and the sharpies cleaned him out. Wh
[H:]e was quivering. And why? Because he let the entire world press upon him. For instance? Well, for instance, what it means to be a man. In a city. In a century. In transition. In a mass. Transformed by science. Under organized power. Subject to tremendous controls. In a condition caused by mechanization. After the late failure of radical hopes. In a society that was no community and devalued the person. Owing to the multiplied power of numbers with made th...more
Mr. Bellow's first novel, Dangling Man, was pu...more