A review by lauli
Herzog by Saul Bellow

3.0

This is my fourth attempt at Saul Bellow, and I thought this one would make the charm, finally allowing me to see clearly why he was given the Nobel and all that jazz. As matters stand, I remain underwhelmed. Is it well-written? Definitely. Is it entertaining? At times it is. At other times it's the just pointless whining of a well-off intellectual who can afford to ramble around the country on planes and rented cars playing off his anger, his frustration and his heartbreak until he feels them no longer. I fail to see how this could have been such a best-seller when it was first published. I'm still to be won over by Mr Bellow.