IC: >>He has that unreadable Saul Bellow style in that book. Really? You find Bellow's style unreadable? It always intrigues me when someone dislikes an author that I like a lot. Of recent I've been re-reading "Mr. Sammler's Planet". The first time I read it must have been 30 or 35 years ago. I truly don't remember any of it until reading it. We're talking long term memory, folks, not your expected short term lapses with age. But at least I remember having read passages, and not remember what comes next keeps me going. The Fawcett paperback that I'm re-reading was printed in 1971. All the pages are yellowed and nearly as fragile as dried butterfly wings, tending to crumble at the edges with any less than delicate turning. I am not a delicate man. But I insist on re-reading this copy because there are several underlined passages (by moi) and they fascinate me because in most cases I can't remember or even imagine why I underscored those particular lines -- was it the thought or the style that had so grabbed my attention back then? Most seem rather ordinary now. Maybe it's just that the thoughts or the stylistics have become so much a part of me in my maturity that I no longer come to them as new or exciting or epiphanic or whatever. Maybe maturity has robbed me of the charm of life. "Maturity", I hate that word, it was constantly thrown into my face as a teenager and a college student and even as a new teacher by the old hands. "When you a little older..." they would always say. I can't remember now who said it, someone hippy-like no doubt: "Maturity is the state of being totally disillusioned" (by the tenor of your posts, Irene, I think you should claim the title of Most Mature Member of Lit-Id -- that's meant endearingly, my friend). I've just now flipped through the book to find the last underlined passage, it occurs 30 pages before the end of the novel: "Life when it had no charm was entirely question-and-answer....This poverty of soul, its abstract state, you could see in the faces on the street. And he too had a touch of the same disease -- the disease of the single self explaining what was what and who was who." This passage is an exception to what I've said. It catches my attention. I'm sure I relate more to this passage now than I could have as a thirty-something year old. Or maybe not, maybe, just maybe, I was one fucking precocious fellow. Yeah, that's the ticket. Mike Geary Memphis Better than Bellows. ----- Original Message ----- From: Andy To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent: Friday, October 31, 2008 1:40 PM Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: one of Exit Ghost's political points Doesn't change anything. The sky did fall in 2000 in nobody noticed. I started his book My Sister Was a Communist (or something like that) and I didn't like it. He has that unreadable Saul Bellow style in that book. I did like that one about the black guy who passes as a white guy (can't think of the name) and of course I liked Portnoy's Complaint which was hysterically funny in a truly spot on way of how to crush a child in 18 years. --- On Fri, 10/31/08, Eric Yost <mr.eric.yost@xxxxxxxxx> wrote: From: Eric Yost <mr.eric.yost@xxxxxxxxx> Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: one of Exit Ghost's political points To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Date: Friday, October 31, 2008, 5:27 PM >>In a real sense the sky did fall, only in real life nobody noticed. It's curious that, apparently, Roth thinks only trustfunded literary types were impotently outraged about that 'election', some of whom make a joke about it. This financial catastrophe is all part and parcel of it. You, especially, should read _Exit Ghost_. It might make it easier for you to give yourself a break and laugh a bit. Roth's Zuckerman is a self-described old-fashioned New York Jewish liberal intellectual who cut his political teeth working twice for Adlai Stevenson's campaigns. At the part of the novel cited, Zuckerman is surrounded by thirty-somethings, none of whom were old enough to be appalled by Nixon or any of the other disappointments that constitute a political memory. For these relative sprouts and yearlings, the 2004 election is "the most important election ever." Ha, isn't it always? As these self-centered, ambitious, and vain characters fume over Kerry's defeat, Roth records many of the same dire predictions, apocalyptic declarations, and hysterical hate-filled snipes I have heard from friends, acquaintances, and strangers in New York. As a social document goes, Roth is spot on. Those scenes hold many unconsciously-ironic formulae, part of the orchestrated charade, which could be summarized as, "All those fascist Republicans should be rounded up and shot!" All the best to you, Eric ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html