Cagey and brainy, Bellow wanted to be the novelist of both the streets and the faculty lounge. Alas, in too much of his work, he serves as a cautionary tale of how schools can open minds but can also sometimes trap the soul.
Posts Tagged: saul bellow
Over at Electric Literature, Steve Paulson interviews legendary literary critic James Wood, who comments on a variety of subjects: what makes a good critic; the plight of reading widely in our contemporary age; literature as analogous to religion; genre fiction; his friendship with the aging Saul Bellow....more
In anticipation of Zachary Leder’s upcoming biography, The Life of Saul Bellow: To Fame and Fortune, Lee Siegel grapples with the author’s tainted and troubling reputation for Vulture....more
While author Gary Shteyngart won’t blurb your book, he did agree to write a new introduction to Saul Bellow’s Ravelstein....more
Literary Hub has posted a gem of an essay from Saul Bellow; he riffs on literary tropes, the trajectory of the novel, and how, even if it’s gotten close, it’s never actually dying:
We know that science has a future, we hope that government will have one.
Simultaneously divisive and overlooked, Saul Bellow’s work has produced both fervent supporters and detractors while alienating many younger readers. This spring, a new biography by Zachary Leader will bring the late author back into the conversation. Vulture‘s Lee Siegel reflects on the strengths and shortcomings of a writer whose political incorrectness was matched only by his liberating language....more
Saul Bellow’s 1978 story “A Silver Dish“ has been has been re-released over at the New Yorker. The piece follows Woody Seblst, a successful businessman, before abandoning its conventional plot structure entirely; Bellow’s prose seeps into the Great Depression, the rise of gateway psychedelics, and Woody’s bleeding relationship with a “dying and picturesque father”:
There were Woody’s two sisters as well, unmarried, in their fifties, very Christian, very straight, still living with Mama in an entirely Christian bungalow.
I’ve been hearing the short story is dead again. The real money is in novels. Screenplays! A short story? Why don’t you go and write a haiku while you’re at it....more
In September 2008, David Foster Wallace stepped out onto his patio and did what most of us occasionally imagine doing, but hopefully never go through with....more
The last few days, I’ve been boxing up some of my books in preparation to donate them to a good cause, about which more will be said when the appropriate time comes. Among these books are nine editions of The Pushcart Prize, which I’ve been buying and reading in part every year since 2000....more