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.