Saul Bellow: Letters [NOOK Book]

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"I hungrily read the book through in three nights, as though I'd stumbled upon a lost Bellow masterpiece only recently unearthed."
-Philip Roth

A literary milestone in its own right, this selection of correspondence connects us as never before to one of the greatest writers of our time. Saul Bellow was winner of the Pulitzer Prize, three National Book Awards, and the Nobel Prize in Literature. He also wrote marvelously acute, unsparing, tender, ferocious, hilarious, and wise letters throughout his long life ...
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Overview

"I hungrily read the book through in three nights, as though I'd stumbled upon a lost Bellow masterpiece only recently unearthed."
-Philip Roth

A literary milestone in its own right, this selection of correspondence connects us as never before to one of the greatest writers of our time. Saul Bellow was winner of the Pulitzer Prize, three National Book Awards, and the Nobel Prize in Literature. He also wrote marvelously acute, unsparing, tender, ferocious, hilarious, and wise letters throughout his long life (1915-2005). Including letters to William Faulkner, John Cheever, Ralph Ellison, Cynthia Ozick, Martin Amis, and many others, this vast self-portrait-shows the influences at work in a seminal literary mind.


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Editorial Reviews

Michiko Kakutani
Herzog, the title character of Saul Bellow's 1964 novel, is famously a writer of letters he never sends…letters [that] are, by turns, cranky, coruscating, clever and cerebral: the outpourings of a man overflowing with ideas and grievances, and reeling from the complications of his life and the stubborn mystifications of the world around him. The real-life letters of Herzog's creator turn out to be just as arresting, seizing the reader by the lapels and refusing to let go…Taken together, the letters form a sort of discursive autobiography and intellectual cri de coeur.
—The New York Times
Jonathan Yardley
…Bellow was an exceptionally astute man. He was also formidably well-read, an intellectual in the deepest sense of the word but also a lover of pleasure in many forms. His collected letters are probably the last book we shall have from him…it is a very good one.
—The Washington Post
Praise for Saul Bellow: Letters
Best of 2010 Lists
The New York Times, Michiko Kakutani’s Top Ten of 2010
The Washington Post, John Yardley’s Best of 2010
Minneapolis Star Tribune
 
“It comes as no surprise to find that the great novelist was a great correspondent as well. I hungrily read the book through in three nights, as though I’d stumbled upon a lost Bellow masterpiece only recently unearthed.”
—Philip Roth
“In the Letters, as in everything he wrote, Saul Bellow never dipped below a certain level—and that level is stratospheric.”
—Martin Amis
Saul Bellow: Letters is a treasure trove. It’s fascinating to see one of our great American writers take form.”
—Nathan Englander
“Magnificent… The man is all here in this book, in his stunning, almost baffling plenitude. Bellow’s letters are one of Bellow’s greatest books. Benjamin Taylor records that it contains only two-fifths of what Bellow called his “epistling,” but its riches are nonetheless immense. Taylor has selected and edited and annotated these letters with exquisite judgment and care. This is an elegantissimo book. Our literature’s debt to Taylor, if our culture still cares, is considerable.”
—Leon Wieseltier, The New York Times Book Review
“Full of those wonderful vignettes that pepper his books, comic and perceptive at the same time… There’s so much going on here, such swift and impassioned dialogue between the spiritual and the physical, the place and those who inhabit it, that, as so often in his books, we can only gasp in joyful wonder.”
The Wall Street Journal
“Masterfully edit[ed].”
Vanity Fair
“A hefty, handsome volume… Chatty yet polished, and always vibrant, Bellow’s letters serve as the autobiography he never wrote.”
Los Angeles Times
“You must read this. If you’re a lover of prose, someone who knows how to savor the taste of a scrumptious sentence, then you’ll find morsels aplenty to set your eyes rolling to the back of your head in indecent pleasure.”
NPR
“Studded with brilliant passages… Just as Bellow’s novels teem with the turbulence of raw immediate experience burnished by the refiner’s fires of insight, emotion, and style, his letters make clear that his life was the source of that connected fullness.”
The New Yorker
“A window into literary genius.”
London Review of Books
“Arresting, seizing the reader by the lapels and refusing to let go… Bellow is a gifted and emotionally voluble letter writer. The Bellow that floats to the surface in this volume is a close spiritual relative of the heroes who populate his fiction: a seeker and searcher who also happens to be a first-class noticer; an intellectual, deep in what he once called “the profundity game,” who is constantly trying to balance the equation between rumination and action, solipsism and distraction, the temptations of selfhood and the noise of the real world.”
—Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times
“Bellow’s sheer brio, his occasional feuds and deep friendships, his unquenchable enthusiasm for being human, and his incomparable prose, make this collection of letters an absolute must for anyone who is remotely interested in American literature of the 20th century.”
The Financial Times
“Bellow was an exceptionally astute man. He was also formidably well-read, an intellectual in the deepest sense of the word but also a lover of pleasure in many forms. His collected letters are probably the last book we shall have from him, and… a very good one.”
The Washington Post
“Drollery, mordancy, tenderness, quick-draw portraiture, metaphysical vaudeville, soul talk, heart pains, the whole human mess—Saul Bellow’s letters are a Saul Bellow novel, the author himself the protagonist. A Saul Bellow novel! A gift from the grave, like Humboldt’s. The great voice again, the peerless voice.”
—William Deresiewicz, The Nation
“Reveal[s] Bellow’s unfailingly high quality as a correspondent… Scarcely a letter in this volume is without an amusing phrase or arresting insight or interesting formulation.”
The New Criterion
“Feisty, smart, but most of all thrillingly intimate, these letters ripen and mature as they go along, just as some people do.”
Chicago Tribune
“These letters are rich in gossip, declarations of love and ambition, praise, criticism, and commiseration; the most touching among them are to the writers for whom he had tender feeling (John Berryman, Ralph Ellison, John Cheever) and those who appealed to him for help (William Kennedy, Wright Morris).”
Bookforum
“So richly characteristic on every page. What makes Bellow rare, possibly unique, among the great writers of the past century was [his] conviction that seeing had a metaphysical warrant, that perception, and the recording of perception, was not a pastime but an “assignment.””
—Adam Kirsch, The Times Literary Supplement
“The letters are all zest and craving and demand—so many journeys, so many cities, so many liaisons, so many courtings, so many marriages and partings, so many spasms of rage, so many victories and downers, so many blue or frenetic melancholias and grievances; but cumulatively they add up to a rich montage of knowing, speckled now and again with laughter, that most metaphysical of emotions.”
—Cynthia Ozick, The New Republic
“The virtue of these letters is found in their compassion.”
Playboy
“Ben Taylor’s meticulously edited and annotated volume of Bellow’s letters provides the most intimate glimpse we have yet received of how this voice emerged. Bellow’s language in letters, as in fiction, is stunning. His is an English both earnestly and adoringly cerebral and earthy, drawing on the cadences of the Hebrew Bible and the New Testament, Hyde Park Trotskyism, the high-church intellectualism of the University of Chicago, and the guys and dolls patois of Damon Runyon.”
Jewish Review of Books
“Flecked with remarkable judgments on the people he knew… Bellow’s letters reveal him as a restless, agitated truth-seeker, not unlike many of his characters.”
National Post
“These letters crackle with wit, often wicked and nonetheless satisfying for that.”
Commonweal Magazine
“Wonderful… offers a strong salve to those who miss his familiar voice. Like the fiction, the missives can be brilliant, glistening, scathing, boring, funny, generous, probing and always genuinely human.”
Chicago Sun-Times
“A generous sampling of the literary judgments of a great writer, with private assessments of his own work as well as that of others.”
The Huffington Post
“Insightful and engaging… This elegant edition provide[s] new insight into the relationship between Bellow’s life and his art.”
The Daily Beast
“Readers of Bellow will plunge into these letters eager to trace the making of a writer, and in this they will not be disappointed. Who, reading these letters, could not but love him? He was fearsome and kindly, tolerant and unforgiving, committed to his art but dedicated to the world. “I have,” he wrote, “sophisticated skin and naïve bones.” There was no one to match him, nor will be again.”
—John Banville, The Guardian (U.K.)
“Why not simply admit it? The new collection of Saul Bellow’s “Letters” is a modern reliquary. It is a treasured remnant of the beloved wonderworker. And who are the followers, the faithful? Bookish cranks, mainly, plus unstoppable line-quoters, Jewish lit fetishists, passionate scholars, and the unclassifiable lovers of living books.”
The Forward
“Taylor’s significant contribution constitutes the eloquent autobiography that Bellow never wrote.”
The Jewish Chronicle
“Thoughtful, eloquent, feisty. Benjamin Taylor has done a superb job in both his selection and his introduction to these salient letters from a gone world when literature was all the rage.”
Tablet Magazine
“Benjamin Taylor’s introduction and frequent brief identifying notes are models of elegant scholarly restraint.”
Boston Globe
“He is a great describer, a whiz with metaphor, a humanist, a life-affirmer, a practitioner of philosophical laughter.”
The New York Observer
“[A] cracking new volume… A principal pleasure in this chronological collection is the chronology itself—in the joy of watching a big man of American letters grow into himself, reflexively and reflectively, in the course of composing letters.”
The American Scholar
“A cause for celebration.”
New Statesman
“Wise, honest and often very funny… [This] may be the last of the great literary letter collections. Letters are often wrongly dismissed in the academy as worthless gossip, but the letters of great writers can be windows on to minds and social milieus once vibrant and alive, now long gone; arguments and issues from the past; literary craft; personal triumphs and tragedies; reminders of the teachings of Ecclesiastes (all is vanity); and insight into how smart people thought about peculiar situations in which they found themselves.”
The Second Pass
“A large and readable volume… essential to understanding the literary situation of the mid- to late 20th century.”
The Denver Post
“At once an autobiographical portrait and a work of literature unto itself… Brittle and brilliant as crystal—as prone to slice those who handled him as to dazzle those who gazed on from afar—Bellow attains that rare stature in which all that really matters is what is on the printed page. We no longer have him, but we will always have that.”
The Wilson Quarterly
“Everything you have heard and more, an essential text for any writer, aspiring or published.”
The Millions
“Reveal[s] the organic origins of the street-smart intellectual style that he first introduced in The Adventures of Augie March and perfected in Seize the Day and Henderson the Rain King.”
The Christian Science Monitor
“Illuminating… These aren’t dashed-off notes, but letters that required considerable care and meant much to the author, as he expresses affection and support for other writers (Ellison, Roth, Malamud, Cheever, Amis et al.), takes critics and journalists to task with well-formed arguments and offers critical commentary on the culture that provides the context for his work.”
Kirkus
“Collected and annotated by Benjamin Taylor, these letters reveal in Saul Bellow a rare consistency: From the first letter in 1932 to the last in 2005, Bellow’s ex-wives accrue, his fortunes rise and fall, but his character—as a man generous and preoccupied by literature—remains fixed.”
Time Out New York
“As entertaining, as infuriating, as tantalizing, as messy, as his novels… a wonderfully complex portrait of a unique individual.”
Tulsa World
“The letters gathered here disclose a fertile mind harnessed to a febrile temperament.”
Library Journal
“A lot of fanfare has been made in anticipation of the release of Saul Bellow: Letters, and for good reason.”
Jewcy
Library Journal
The letters gathered here disclose a fertile mind harnessed to a febrile temperament. Saul Bellow (1915–2005) was acclaimed as a major Jewish American novelist of ideas, and he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1976. His novels are being enshrined as classics in the "Library of America" series. In his epistles to literary agents, publishers, childhood friends, lovers, wives, academic colleagues, and fellow authors (notably Philip Roth, Martin Amis, Robert Penn Warren, and Ralph Ellison) Bellow could convey wit, humor, graciousness, and charm; mercurially, he could also be malicious, derisive, and vindictive. Yet most would acknowledge his sedulous mastery of craft. He had a long, productive literary life and a notoriously public one. The letters in this volume, which date from 1932 to 2005, have been selected from a much larger cache of correspondence and are creditably edited by essayist and novelist Taylor (graduate writing faculty, The New School). VERDICT Recommended for readers familiar with Bellow's novels and his literary circle.—Lonnie Weatherby, McGill Univ. Lib., Montreal
The Barnes & Noble Review

Saul Bellow was a great man of letters in both senses of the word. Over a long lifetime -- he died in 2005 at the age of ninety -- he dispatched thousands of epistolary missives (lamenting all the while that he was a terrible correspondent), and he was a master of the genre. Not unlike Moses Herzog, the fevered letter-writer of his eponymous -- and to my mind, best -- novel, "he wrote endlessly, fanatically, to the newspapers, to people in public life, to friends and relatives and at last to the dead, his own obscure dead, and finally the famous dead"; but Bellow drew the line at the famous dead -- no letters to Nietzsche or the French theologian Teilhard de Chardin, both one-way correspondents of Herzog -- and he wrote no letters to "his own obscure dead," though they were often in his thoughts. As he got older, he looked backward more than forward: to his classmates at Tuley High School in Chicago; to his parents; and to the odd assortment of teachers and merchants and relatives who richly populated his childhood in the Jewish-immigrant neighborhood of Humboldt Park where he grew up -- characters like Uncle Benjy, who had a pet shop: "Why is it so sad that Benjy should sell puppies and birds?" he asked one of his old classmates.

I must declare at the outset that two of the letters in this plump and totally engaging volume (both genial in tone) are addressed to me; and also that scattered throughout are a few references (alas, not flattering) to the biography of Bellow over which I labored for more than a decade. But I suppose -- it's a stretch -- these references could be seen in a positive light. As Charlie Citrine says of the abusive poet Von Humboldt Fleisher in Humboldt's Gift: "To be loused up by Humboldt was really a kind of privilege. It was like being the subject of a two-nosed portrait by Picasso, or an eviscerated chicken by Soutine."

Bellow complained endlessly about what a chore it was to keep up with his correspondence, especially after he became famous. "These days letters come hard for me…." "I've never enjoyed writing letters…." Perhaps not; but he did answer most of his mail, and it gives off a heat of exuberance, energy, wit, and a pure joy in writing for its own sake. There's also plenty of pain, as in this letter to Edward Shils, his colleague at the University of Chicago, where he describes the titanic alimony struggle with his third wife, Susan Glassman, that nearly landed him in jail:

I had always thought myself quite sturdy and resistant to knocks, but it often seems that I am not quite so strong as I had believed. I wake in the night, and do not feel very strong. I sometimes find myself praying. Not for favors of any sort, not even for help, but simply for clarification. I am not especially apprehensive about dying. What does distress me is the thought that I may have made a mess where others (never myself) see praiseworthy achievements.

It is a temptation -- and perhaps a cliché -- to lament the end of the epistolary art. In an age of email and technological gadgetry that has shortened our attention span to minutes if not seconds, the time required to sit down and write a letter, even a dashed-off note (what Henry James called "the mere twaddle of graciousness") is simply no longer there. On my shelf are six volumes of Virginia Woolf's letters amounting to well over two thousand pages, and four volumes of James's letters, the last of which numbers 838 pages, as if its editor, the diligent biographer and keeper-of-the-Jamesian flame Leon Edel, was determined to cram in (like the increasingly cramped words on a holiday post card) as many as he could before running out of space. What these volumes hold are not just letters: they are gems of prose by masters of the English language. Bellow is the last in the line of literary correspondents. There's no point in being elegiac: new ways of recording experience and, for the biographer, pulling back the curtain to find out what really happened (or what the subject thinks happened) are fast evolving. Twitter and Facebook and YouTube have superseded the typed or handwritten letter, just as those means of communication rendered obsolete the quill. In the future, biographers will amass their evidence out of different materials. But the day in which nearly six hundred pages of letters -- a fraction of those Bellow wrote -- can be assembled and published in a book is over. There will be no more collections of letters like this.

In his book Literary Biography, Edel wrote: "The letters are a part of the novelist's work, of his literary self, a part of his capacity for playing out personal relations as a great game of life." They have leitmotifs, thematic repetitions. For Bellow, one of those themes -- a major one -- was resentment. He was, as even he admitted, "a born slightee," convinced that he was besieged by "gangsters of the pen," "detractors," "enemies." Waiting for Henderson the Rain King to come out, he wrote the novelist Josephine Herbst: "The sharpshooters are oiling their guns."

But he was generous, too, praising other writers and expressing unself-conscious affection for the people in his life -- especially his past life. "The love I have for you is something literal brotherhood never gave me," he writes his Tuley friend Sam Freifeld (who he derides in other letters; but such is human nature). And funny! Stuck in Chicago on a frigid winter day, he writes a girlfriend: "What is that Eliot line in 'Journey of the Magi'? 'A cold coming, we had of it.' Well! It's all cold, and no coming." Mired in domestic troubles, he crabs to a literary acolyte: "I've been on the road to make money to pay taxes and also legal fees, as well as accountants and wives, and children's tuitions and medical expenses. The patriarchal list should go on to include menservants and maidservants and camels and cattle. I'd be lucky to get into the end of the procession, among the asses." When not lamenting his general cluelessness ("I always made a special point of seeming to be intensely practical and competent because I had no grasp of real life"), he slipped in wise axioms: "We all carry the same load of unwashed plates from life's banquet."

The most surprising discoveries are the love letters to Maggie Staats, the great love of his life. They met when she was twenty-four and he was fifty-one -- a gap that in our prudish era might be considered age-inappropriate. But these letters, some of which I hadn't seen before, reveal a side of Bellow that's hard to discern from the pitiless depiction of women in his fiction, his numerous marriages, and his "womanizing." There is a tenderness in their baffled tone, a sense of deep confusion about the intensity of his feelings. Signed "Y D" [your darling], they show him at his most vulnerable. "It's dreadful how I miss you," he writes: "All the oldest, worst longings are stirred up -- some seem very old, wild, peculiar, something like wrinkled furies along the line of marsh." Bellow wasn't always swaggering from one bed to another; sometimes he was just scared.

The editor of this volume, Benjamin Taylor, has done a good job. His selection is judicious, and assembling a literary life's worth of letters in even a book of this size could not have been an easy task. There are some editorial oddities. Given the vast trove from which to select, why does Taylor interlard them with speeches, testimonies, eulogies, Nobel Prize nominations (of Philip Roth and Robert Penn Warren)? These belong in a biography. There are also some flat-out errors. I don't suppose it makes any difference now, but Rust Hills, the fiction editor of Esquire, who died two years ago, narrowly averted having to read that he died in 1983. And the paucity of footnotes is frustrating. Taylor identifies some people referenced in the letters, and not others. Who, for instance, are "Vic and Johnny," with whom Bellow eats goose in Chicago on Thanksgiving of 1947? And who's "Dr. Nuehl," referred to in passing? Four psychiatrists I know about. Is this a fifth? Also, it's news to me that Bellow was "taken in custody by the State Police" in Maryland. What was that all about? "Herzog is like Old Man River, he don't say nothing," Bellow frets to Richard Stern when he's stuck in the novel. Neither does Taylor. He doesn't have to apologize for Bellow's foibles and misadventures, but at least he could explain.

In a letter to Mel Tumin, one of his Chicago "band of boys" (an echo of Shakespeare's "band of brothers" in Henry V?), Bellow wrote: "Only some of us have had the sense to realize that the man we bring forth has no richness compared with the man who really exists, thickened, fed and fattened by all the facts about him, all of his history." We can never know all the facts, of course, but these letters bring us closer than ever to the man.

--James Atlas

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101445327
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 11/4/2010
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 624
  • File size: 855 KB

Meet the Author

Saul Bellow
Praised for his vision, his ear for detail, his humor, and the masterful artistry of his prose, Saul Bellow was born of Russian Jewish parents in Lachine, Quebec in 1915, and was raised in Chicago. He received his Bachelor's degree from Northwestern University in 1937, with honors in sociology and anthropology, and did graduate work at the University of Wisconsin. During the Second World War he served in the Merchant Marines.

His first two novels, Dangling Man (1944) and The Victim (1947) are penetrating, Kafka-like psychological studies. In 1948 he was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship and spent two years in Paris and traveling in Europe, where he began his picaresque novel The Adventures of Augie March, which went on to win the National Book Award for fiction in 1954. His later books of fiction include Seize the Day (1956); Henderson the Rain King (1959); Mosby's Memoirs and Other Stories (1968); Mr. Sammler's Planet (1970); Humboldt's Gift (1975), which won the Pulitzer Prize; The Dean's December (1982); More Die of Heartbreak (1987); Theft (1988); The Bellarosa Connection (1989); The Actual (1996); Ravelstein (2000); and, most recently, Collected Stories (2001). Bellow has also produced a prolific amount of non-fiction, collected in To Jerusalem and Back, a personal and literary record of his sojourn in Israel during several months in 1975, and It All Adds Up, a collection of memoirs and essays.

Bellow's many awards include the International Literary Prize for Herzog, for which he became the first American to receive the prize; the Croix de Chevalier des Arts et Lettres, the highest literary distinction awarded by France to non-citizens; the B'nai B'rith Jewish Heritage Award for "excellence in Jewish Literature"; and America's Democratic Legacy Award of the Anti-Defamation League of B'nai B'rith, the first time this award has been made to a literary personage. In 1976 Bellow was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature "for the human understanding and subtle analysis of contemporary culture that are combined in his work."

Praised for his vision, his ear for detail, his humor, and the masterful artistry of his prose, Saul Bellow was born of Russian Jewish parents in Lachine, Quebec in 1915, and was raised in Chicago. He received his Bachelor's degree from Northwestern University in 1937, with honors in sociology and anthropology, and did graduate work at the University of Wisconsin. During the Second World War he served in the Merchant Marines.

His first two novels, Dangling Man (1944) and The Victim (1947) are penetrating, Kafka-like psychological studies. In 1948 he was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship and spent two years in Paris and traveling in Europe, where he began his picaresque novel The Adventures of Augie March, which went on to win the National Book Award for fiction in 1954. His later books of fiction include Seize the Day (1956); Henderson the Rain King (1959); Mosby's Memoirs and Other Stories (1968); Mr. Sammler's Planet (1970); Humboldt's Gift (1975), which won the Pulitzer Prize; The Dean's December (1982); More Die of Heartbreak (1987); Theft (1988); The Bellarosa Connection (1989); The Actual (1996); Ravelstein (2000); and, most recently, Collected Stories (2001). Bellow has also produced a prolific amount of non-fiction, collected in To Jerusalem and Back, a personal and literary record of his sojourn in Israel during several months in 1975, and It All Adds Up, a collection of memoirs and essays.

Bellow's many awards include the International Literary Prize for Herzog, for which he became the first American to receive the prize; the Croix de Chevalier des Arts et Lettres, the highest literary distinction awarded by France to non-citizens; the B'nai B'rith Jewish Heritage Award for "excellence in Jewish Literature"; and America's Democratic Legacy Award of the Anti-Defamation League of B'nai B'rith, the first time this award has been made to a literary personage. In 1976 Bellow was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature "for the human understanding and subtle analysis of contemporary culture that are combined in his work."

Biography

Praised for his vision, his ear for detail, his humor, and the masterful artistry of his prose, Saul Bellow was born of Russian Jewish parents in Lachine, Quebec in 1915, and was raised in Chicago. He received his Bachelor's degree from Northwestern University in 1937, with honors in sociology and anthropology, and did graduate work at the University of Wisconsin. During the Second World War he served in the Merchant Marines.

His first two novels, Dangling Man (1944) and The Victim (1947) are penetrating, Kafka-like psychological studies. In 1948 he was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship and spent two years in Paris and traveling in Europe, where he began his picaresque novel The Adventures of Augie March, which went on to win the National Book Award for fiction in 1954. His later books of fiction include Seize the Day (1956); Henderson the Rain King (1959); Mosby's Memoirs and Other Stories (1968); Mr. Sammler's Planet (1970); Humboldt's Gift (1975), which won the Pulitzer Prize; The Dean's December (1982); More Die of Heartbreak (1987);Theft (1988); The Bellarosa Connection (1989); The Actual (1996); and, most recently, Ravelstein (2000). Bellow has also produced a prolific amount of non-fiction, collected in To Jerusalem and Back, a personal and literary record of his sojourn in Israel during several months in 1975, and It All Adds Up, a collection of memoirs and essays.

Bellow's many awards included the International Literary Prize for Herzog, for which he became the first American to receive the prize; the Croix de Chevalier des Arts et Lettres, the highest literary distinction awarded by France to non-citizens; the B'nai B'rith Jewish Heritage Award for "excellence in Jewish Literature"; and America's Democratic Legacy Award of the Anti-Defamation League of B'nai B'rith, the first time this award has been made to a literary personage. In 1976 Bellow was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature "for the human understanding and subtle analysis of contemporary culture that are combined in his work."

Bellow passed away on April 5, 2005 at the age of 89.

Author biography courtesy of Penguin Group (USA).

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    1. Also Known As:
      Solomon Bellow (real name)
      Saul Bellow
    1. Date of Birth:
      June 10, 1915
    2. Place of Birth:
      Lachine, Quebec, Canada
    1. Date of Death:
      April 5, 2005
    2. Place of Death:
      Brookline, Massachusetts

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