— Saul Bellow, livro Herzog
Herzog
Data de nascimento: 10. Junho 1915
Data de falecimento: 5. Abril 2005
Outros nomes: سال بلو, სოლ ბელოუ
Saul Bellow foi um escritor judeu nascido no Canadá e naturalizado cidadão estadunidense.
Recebeu o Nobel de Literatura de 1976. Premiado com o Guggenheim fellowship e a Medalha Nacional de Artes, viveu em Paris, onde escreveu The Adventures of Augie March. Wikipedia
— Saul Bellow, livro Herzog
Herzog
A Mágoa Mata Mais
— Saul Bellow, livro Herzog
Herzog
„You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.“
As quoted in The #1 New York Times Bestseller (1992) by John Bear, p. 93
General sources
"Mozart: An Overture" (1992), pp. 13-14
It All Adds Up (1994)
Contexto: There is no need to make an inventory of the times. It is demoralizing to describe ourselves to ourselves yet again. It is especially hard on us since we believe (as we have been educated to believe) that history has formed us and that we are all mini-summaries of the present age.
„Human beings can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.“
— Saul Bellow, livro Him with His Foot in His Mouth and Other Stories
"Him with His Foot in His Mouth," from Him with His Foot in His Mouth and Other Stories (1984) [Penguin Classics, 1998, ISBN 0-141-18023-4], p. 11
General sources
„This is what makes packaged opinion so attractive.“
"There Is Simply Too Much to Think About" (1992), pp. 173-174
It All Adds Up (1994)
Contexto: There is simply too much to think about. It is hopeless — too many kinds of special preparation are required. In electronics, in economics, in social analysis, in history, in psychology, in international politics, most of us are, given the oceanic proliferating complexity of things, paralyzed by the very suggestion that we assume responsibility for so much. This is what makes packaged opinion so attractive.
Nobel Prize lecture http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1976/bellow-lecture.html (12 December 1976)
General sources
Contexto: Writers are greatly respected. The intelligent public is wonderfully patient with them, continues to read them, and endures disappointment after disappointment, waiting to hear from art what it does not hear from theology, philosophy, social theory, and what it cannot hear from pure science. Out of the struggle at the center has come an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.