The Man Who Read Everything

One day there will have to be a biography of Harold Bloom. It is inevitable. And rightly so. No other critic was so forceful and passionate a presence in the minds of so many readers. Even today, while I was reading the new book of letters written between Bloom and a series of poets, my neighbour came and chatted with me on the decking, and immediately upon seeing The Man Read Everything she said, ‘Oh I love Harold Bloom.” Until readers get the biography, these letters shall have to suffice. I could only wish for the book to be several times longer.