
Originally Posted by
JaneV2.0
At my advanced age, I can appreciate the frustrations of a life never fully realized, or existential questions that go unanswered, but I suspect I still wouldn't warm up to Bellow, or that book. Oddly, and unexpectedly, I really enjoyed Thomas Mann and James Joyce, though not enough to read more of their works. Although one of my many majors was English, I wasn't much of a literature buff--"Don't tell me what to read" being my motto. Never was much for authority.