A review by roithamer
Herzog by Saul Bellow

4.0

That my edition of Herzog features an introduction by Philip Roth feels significant, because the latter exemplifies in my mind a certain category of novelists writing essentially about upper-middle-class Jewish intellectuals strongly resembling themselves & spending the entire length of the narrative having non-problems of a psychosexual nature--a category of which Herzog could be considered an early example. Bellow's book, however is infinitely superior to his peers'--finer, more ambitious, more genuine despite its irony, reaching sometimes an almost Proust-like introspective beauty.