List: my lacunae in Bloom’s Western Canon

I admire Harold Bloom and his scorn for the New Schools of Resentment. I recognise my own motivations to read in his argument that "the self, in its quest to be free and solitary, ultimately reads with one aim only: to confront greatness.... Our common fate is age, sickness, death, oblivion. Our common hope, tenuous... Continue Reading →

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