weltschmerz

I’d heard about Moses Herzog. Saul Bellow’s feckless, conflicted, navel-gazing protagonist, but until last week, I’d denied myself the pleasure of his company. I’d read Portnoy’s Complaint, after all, so what more did I need to know about urbane Jewish suffering? He’s a recognizable type, Herzog is, the guy at the party whose conversation drags so many […]