Otro gran escritor que se va. Saul Bellow era un autor norteamericano que se adscribía a la corriente de intelectuales de origen judío en dicho país, aunque el rechazaba este etiquetamiento. Hace varios años leí una de sus obras, El planeta de Mr. Sammler y la verdad ya no recuerdo el tema en sí, pero sí recuerdo que me gustó. La Nación de Argentina informa y hace una pequeña reseña de su carrera:
El estilo de Bellow se caracteriza por la interrelación entre las situaciones cómicas y trágicas, con personajes en su mayoría intelectuales cuyos monólogos internos abarcan de lo sublime a lo absurdo. En 1976, cuando la Academia Sueca le otorgó el premio Nobel, destacó que sus obras habían contribuido "a la comprensión del hombre y al sutil análisis de la cultura contemporánea". Ese mismo año también ganó el Premio Pulitzer. Entre otras distinciones, Bellow recibió en tres oportunidades el National Book Award a la mejor novela del año.
El NYT también informa del hecho y publica un largo texto con fotos y enlaces a resemblanzas y otros. A continuuación un extracto de citas del propio Bellow:
While others were ready to proclaim the death of the novel, he continued to think of it as a vital form. "I never tire of reading the master novelists," he said. "Can anything as vivid as the characters in their books be dead?" Once, with reference to Flaubert, he wrote, "I think novelists who take the bitterest view of our modern condition make the most of the art of the novel," and added, "The writer's art appears to seek a compensation for the hopelessness or meanness of existence."
"Fiction is the higher autobiography," Mr. Bellow once said. "You're all alone when you're a writer. Sometimes you just feel you need a humanity bath. Even a ride on the subway will do that. But it's much more interesting to talk about books. After all, that's what life used to be for writers: they talk books, politics, history, America. Nothing has replaced that." Throughout Mr. Bellow's life, his approach to his art was that of an alien newly arrived on earth: "I've never seen the world before. Now I was seeing it, and it's a beautiful, marvelous gift. Enchanting reality! And when the end came, I was told by the cleverest people I knew that it would all vanish. I'm not absolutely convinced of that. If you asked me if I believed in life after death, I would say I was an agnostic. There are more things between heaven and earth, Horatio, etc."
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El estilo de Bellow se caracteriza por la interrelación entre las situaciones cómicas y trágicas, con personajes en su mayoría intelectuales cuyos monólogos internos abarcan de lo sublime a lo absurdo. En 1976, cuando la Academia Sueca le otorgó el premio Nobel, destacó que sus obras habían contribuido "a la comprensión del hombre y al sutil análisis de la cultura contemporánea". Ese mismo año también ganó el Premio Pulitzer. Entre otras distinciones, Bellow recibió en tres oportunidades el National Book Award a la mejor novela del año.
El NYT también informa del hecho y publica un largo texto con fotos y enlaces a resemblanzas y otros. A continuuación un extracto de citas del propio Bellow:
While others were ready to proclaim the death of the novel, he continued to think of it as a vital form. "I never tire of reading the master novelists," he said. "Can anything as vivid as the characters in their books be dead?" Once, with reference to Flaubert, he wrote, "I think novelists who take the bitterest view of our modern condition make the most of the art of the novel," and added, "The writer's art appears to seek a compensation for the hopelessness or meanness of existence."
"Fiction is the higher autobiography," Mr. Bellow once said. "You're all alone when you're a writer. Sometimes you just feel you need a humanity bath. Even a ride on the subway will do that. But it's much more interesting to talk about books. After all, that's what life used to be for writers: they talk books, politics, history, America. Nothing has replaced that." Throughout Mr. Bellow's life, his approach to his art was that of an alien newly arrived on earth: "I've never seen the world before. Now I was seeing it, and it's a beautiful, marvelous gift. Enchanting reality! And when the end came, I was told by the cleverest people I knew that it would all vanish. I'm not absolutely convinced of that. If you asked me if I believed in life after death, I would say I was an agnostic. There are more things between heaven and earth, Horatio, etc."
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2 comentarios:
Qué bueno tu homenaje a Bellows. Muy merecido lo tiene, como también el Nobel que siquiera se lo dieron.
¿Tu crees que se lo darían a Philip Roth? es muy bueno también. Y no hablemos de aquellos a los que ya no podrán dárselo, como a Borges.
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