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September 23, 2003
THE HORROR! THE HORROR!
Harold Bloom is still fuming over the National Book Foundation's decision to bestow an award on horrormeister Stephen King for his "distinguished contribution" to letters. By that measure, Bloom harrumphs, J.K. Rowling ought to get the Nobel Prize. As far as he's concerned, "there are four living American novelists" -- and only four -- "who are still at work and who deserve our praise."
The lucky fellows are Thomas Pynchon, Philip Roth, Cormac McCarthy and Don DeLillo. (I suppose Saul Bellow isn't working any more, not that I'm such a fan.) To dispute the distinguised professor would be foolish, given his academic credentials and his way with women. But if DeLillo makes his list, I have to wonder whether Bloom's judgment hasn't cracked in his old age. And let's face it, if you want to intimidate someone, just say "Gravity's Rainbow." That is the Pynchon novel. Has anybody besides Bloom finished it?
Meantime, isn't he taking the National Book Foundation more seriously than it deserves? Nelson Algren, who won the first National Book Award for "The Man With the Golden Arm," once told me he tried to hock the medal it came with and couldn't get five bucks for it.
Posted by at September 23, 2003 04:33 AM