Remembering Saul Bellow

There is a fascinating selection of Saul Bellow's letters to other writers and literary figures - including Philip Roth, William Faulkner, Bernard Malamud, John Berryman, John Cheever, Martin Amis, and Cynthia Ozick - in the April 26, 2010 issue of The New Yorker. The letters span over 50 years, from 1942 to 2004, shortly before Bellow's death in 2005. As I read them, I was reminded of how much I had admired and liked some of Bellow's novels during my college years, especially "The Adventures of Augie March", and - best of all - "Herzog." The latter was perfectly suited to my early-20s philosophizing years, when I was - in the way of many people of that age - trying to figure out "the meaning of life." I didn't read much Bellow after that, perhaps because I was busy discovering all the wonderful women writers who were not taught in my college classes. Some years later - perhaps in the 1980s - Bellow came to speak at the university where I teach, and afterward, was honored at a luncheon. I remember being in awe of having a meal in the same room with the great Saul Bellow, although not at the same table (I was too junior a faculty member then for that honor!). The only words we exchanged were a phrase or two, but it was an exciting and memorable occasion for me nevertheless.