Title: Prententious
Product review: I saw Harold Bloom on "Charlie Rose" and he came across as a vain man, with contrived dourness to seem "artistic." And all I could think was, "It doesn't work if you're not an artist." Critics become critics to cling peripherally to the arts, and sometimes make the mistake of thinking they are artists themselve. From reading the prose in this book, Bloom never could have written a sonnet or short story worth a damn. And he's so in love with his own opinions! This book is good just to look at for the list of important works (although some items I don't think should be on the list...What in God's name is Gore Vidal doing on it! Ugh! ). But I read Harold Bloom, and get the same feeling when I watch Keanu Reeves in a movie: "What in God's name is THIS person doing at the top of their professional heap. There has to be better people out there! " In the world of MTV and computer games, any encouragement for people to read literature is great. I just wish it had been delivered differently.
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