![]() You’ll discover this within a minute of reading any of Bloom’s criticism of the Bard. ![]() Bloom deplored young Hal to the center of his bones his love for Falstaff soaked through his soul down into his toes. This weakness is seen most clearly in his many volumes on Shakespeare in less exaggerated form it mars the judgments Bloom throws around in The Western Canonor Genius.īloom declares where he should argue, emotes where he should analyze, and effuses where he should unveil. The truth is that Bloom adds nothing to the great works he champions. ![]() The trouble with Bloom was not his elephant love for the canon, but his inability to articulate anything but this passion (and disgust with those who sought to defile it). ![]() It seems obvious to me that some works are better than others and more obvious still that if a book is still being read several centuries after it was written it is likely one of those better works–or barring that, a work whose intellectual or artistic legacy makes it a necessary piece of the larger puzzle. With the concept of a ‘canon’ or a ‘classic’ I have no argument. ![]() My personal assessment of Bloom is that he was an excellent salesman and a stupendous reader, but an uninspired critic. His death has prompted one final, staggered brawl between the exhausted ranks who have spent away their strength with three decades of culture warring. ![]()
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