Published to coincide with the publication of other Bellow novels.
Saul Bellow's dazzling career as a novelist was celebrated during
his lifetime with an unprecedented array of literary prizes and
awards, including the Pulitzer Prize, three National Book Awards,
and the Gold Medal for the Novel. In 1976 he was awarded a Nobel
Prize 'for the human understanding and subtle analysis of
contemporary culture that are combined in his work'.
Bellow's death in 2005 was met with tribute from writers and
critics around the world, including James Wood, who praised 'the
beauty of this writing, its music, its high lyricism, its firm but
luxurious pleasure in language itself'.
A profoundly true image of human existence . . . This is the
intense world of the ordinary, about to burst forth into the
radiance of consciousness
*The New York Times*
What makes all of this so remarkable is not merely Bellow's eye and
ear for vital detail. Nor is it his talent for exposing the innards
of character in a paragraph, a sentence, a phrase. It is Bellow's
vision, his uncanny ability to seize the moment and to see beyond
it
*Chicago Times*
A small masterpiece...I enjoy Saul Bellow in his spreading
carnivals and wonder at his energy
*V.S. Pritchett*
Bellow's pre-eminence rests not on sales figures and honorary
degrees, not on rosettes and sashes, but on incontestable
legitimacy. To hold otherwise is to waste your breath. Bellow sees
more than we see - sees, hears, smells, tastes, touches... Bellow
will emerge as the supreme American novelist. The only American who
gives Bellow any serious trouble is Henry James
*Martin Amis*
Saul Bellow was a brilliant man, a master of English prose and
supreme chronicler of modernity and its torments.
*Ian McEwan*
It is the special distinction of Mr. Bellow as a novelist that he
is able to give us, step by step, the world we really live each day
-- and in the same movement to show us that the real suffering of
not understanding, the deprivation of light. It is this double gift
that explains the unusual contribution he is making to our
fiction
*The New York Times*
Saul Bellow was the American writer supreme . . . our most
exuberant and melodious postwar novelist
*John Updike*
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