Bellow After Death | Gary Shteyngart

At bottom, Saul Bellow’s digressive, meandering, largely plotless Ravelstein boils down to a series of Hebraic men kibitzing on the edge of eternity. Much of contemporary fiction has slimmed down, become more performative, single-minded, and direct. Portnoy’s Complaint, ahead of its time, can almost be sung aloud. But Saul Bellow’s novels are digressive, dripping with intellectual and physical lif

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ソール・ベロウ>“It is never an easy task to take the mental measure of your readers,”　そういえば、アメリカからは10年以上ノーベル文学賞が出ていないんだな。