What’s more, since he was only a year older than me, our early reading followed essentially the same hectic arc. (A number of these he’s written about before - he’s rewriting as well as rereading.)
Its subtitle is “Novels to Read and Reread,” and since it is first and foremost personal in its approach and tone, I feel justified in responding to it personally - especially since reading and rereading novels has not only been a lifelong pursuit, but I’ve spent much of the past three years rereading many of the books Bloom writes about here. Harold Bloom’s posthumous “The Bright Book of Life” is his farewell gift to his readers - unless (and I wouldn’t put it past him) there are further 500-page Bloomian tomes lying in wait for us.
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