New Yorker Piece on Bellow There is a lovely piece in the New Yorker which comprises Saul Bellow's responses to Phillip Roth on his novels Augie March, Seize the Day, and Henderson the Rain King. Most of it deals with Augie March, which reflects somewhat Bellow's memory and passage into old age. It's amazing to see how the great man's memory cycles over the important episodes of his life: a walk along the Paris streets, the supreme indignity his uncle suffered (by the dictates of a father) to work with hog bristles as a brushmaker, a trip to Mexico in defiance of another "tyrannical" father. All emerge as sparks of what he became. It's pretty fascinating; Bellow at his most vulnerable.  ¶ 12:42 AM