December 2010
3 posts
The Whole Human Mess: On Saul Bellow →
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What happens in the plot happens in the sentences; the place where the Bellovian poles of high thought and venal circumstance most directly touch and spark is in his prose. Bellow’s way with portraiture is often to open up with a barrage of jostling adjectives: “We met Sewell for lunch—a muttering subtle drunken backward-leaning hollow-faced man.” He throws them out,...