5/19/2023 0 Comments Shakespeare by Harold Bloom![]() ![]() So naturally I had to go back, but only after I’d read his new book, Falstaff: Give Me Life. Bob Dylan finally accepts Nobel Prize in Literature.But even then I think he has worked out a way around it. At the age of 86, probably the greatest living literary critic on the planet, the Dr Johnson de nos jours, nothing worries him too much. He doesn’t seem overly concerned about the prospective final showdown. Depending on how literally or metaphorically you choose to take his account of the agon (from the Greek, meaning arena or struggle or fight to the death) between a precursor or old master (in this case, Bloom himself) and the ephebe (the young gun/new kid on the block, ie, relatively speaking, me). Again, if I have got the gist of his argument, I may have to kill him, or at least wrestle with him, overthrow, usurp, or subsume him. I am bound to misinterpret everything he says. If I have got him right then I have got him wrong. If I have understood Harold Bloom correctly, then I have misunderstood him. ![]()
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