The other night in my building’s laundry room I picked up a copy of Saul Bellow’s 1961 novel, Herzog. While I waited for my clothes to finish drying I got drawn in to the world of Moses Herzog, a man who had “fallen under a spell and was writing letters to everyone under the sun.”
So it was quite serendipitous that in today’s New York Times there is a review of a new book of Saul Bellow’s letters, edited by Benjamin Taylor. While Herzog never mailed his rants, Bellow was an active correspondent, writing letters throughout his life. I think the two books will be interesting reading companions.
Photo of Saul Bellow by Kevin Horan/Time Life Pictures, via Getty Images
As Grandma would say, how serendipitous!
Maybe this is the beginning of the Viva Snail Mail Book Club. We never meet in person. We just send response letters via mail.
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