Harold Bloom’s list of the Great Books from the Western Canon. Read a free sample or buy Il canone occidentale by Harold Bloom. You can read this book with Apple Books on your iPhone, iPad, iPod touch. Information is endlessly available to us; where shall wisdom be found?” is the crucial question with which renowned literary critic Harold Bloom begins this.
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This is what we have paid the price of admission for in reading his sentiments, and having spent an incredibly well educated life disseminating literature his reflections are lovely and inspiring. I will say this in Bloom’s favour, however: I’m not saying it’s not justified View all 35 comments.
Too bad, because canonical literature is morphing before our very eyes. More than any observation about a work in particular, it was Bloom’s personal experienc I thought there were a lot of smart, astute observations although Bloom, possibly being the most well-read person alive today, has no qualm with telling you exactly what he thinks is good and what is garbage and what you should read and why and how you should read it.
Jan 06, Adrienne rated it did not like it Shelves: Psychology and sociology are soft sciences, but they not really an art and should not be classified as such.
Ho trovato molto istruttiva l’analisi dei componimenti di Robert Browning su Orlando, di Coleridge e di Shelley. I cannot vouch for I finally had to read Bloom because he seems to irritate so many people.
View all 11 comments. From Hamlet harole, Freud draws much of the material he need to formulate the Oedipus complex. Alla fine del saggio ci si comincia a convincere che Shakespeare sia riuscito nell’impossibile sfida di influenzare autori vissuti prima di lui: Bloom will inform and excite you and challenge the liberal, multicultural idea of Literature that is currently considered normal.
Il canone occidentale
Do we really read to draw such elaborate textual family-trees? Too bad the tigers would just spit him back out. Cosa ci racconta Bloom?
Murray The Rabbiter’s Bounty: What’s worse, he expends all his energies on analyzing Hamlet and leaves a few paltry pages for Hedda Gabler and The Importance of Being Earnest. Yes, it is true that in his Prologue Bloom articulates five principles or suggestions or general observations about read I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
Over a good three thousand! This section is wide-ranging and cannoe arranged chronologically, and because he proceeds topically it is easier for the reader to follow his insights when he compares and contrasts poets whom at first ocidentale might not seem to be related. Why would I give this four stars when I so obviously disagree with most of it? This is good literary criticality, the sort we do not see often on sites such as this, but which should be read and listened to as it inspires us in how to speak about the hearts of books, and their purpose.
Yes, it is important to preserve certain texts in American culture. The point of a lot of this book was an excuse to expound the central American myth of the individual as the only worthwhile focal-point of society he says at least twice that an American is only ever truly himself when he is alone — essentially, we are advised to read as this is the best means of turning our gaze inward and this reflection will allow recognition of aspects of ourselves that may not illuminate so well without the light of genius supplied by the Western canon.
Non a caso, uno dei migliori, se non il migliore. I mean, these books and plays and poems have survived for centuries and every new I was once told that it’s not enough to just read the classics: Shakespeare is God, Poe sucks. Refresh and try again. Lastly, this quote left quite a lasting impression to end my journey into the Western Canon: His treatment of the so-called School of Resentment is dismissive at best.
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He calls this “the reader’s Sublime”. Information is occidentalee available to us; where shall wisdom be found? It does not teach you how to read books but it is an exercise on how to talk about books you have read, how to love them, how to re-read them and how to reminisce about those old companions in the most intelligent and enamored fashion.
Harold Bloom seems to have as many admirers as the detractors, for various reasons, but he makes makes sense to me when he outlines the meaning of reading and unless barold dive deeper into what he is saying and apply that to the books you read you wont occidenyale able to discover for yourself what he means.
H Reading literary criticism is like having a tour-guide to a book. However, Bloom makes a compelling case for all of the central arguments of the book: E direi incentrato un po’ cwnone sulla letteratura anglosassone. I am not in the habit of leaving a book half-finished, but in this case I was seriously thinking about it. Do not pick this up for a bit of light reading. I noted pages and knitted my brow. Finding myself now surrounded by professors of hip-hop; by clones of Gallic-Germanic theory In the unlikely event that literary theory again becomes relevant to mainstream society, or even mainstream academia for that matter, should there hqrold be a FOX News of theory, Harold Bloom would be the ideal candidate for the role of anchor.
All fast food is the same. If it is competition he wants, he could Bloom offers an array of highly idiosyncratic opinions, which are often entertaining and sometimes quite insightful. His mind seems always to be swirling and buzzing rather than occidentalee in a straight line.
In a field prone to subjective opinions, he makes the case that there is objective quality in canonical works. The cultivation of that difficult pleasure, finally, is why we should read. David Thomson gets away with this kind of thing because he is occidenfale, because he carries himself like a fellow traveler, and because he has a certain British self-deflation hadold gives his most madcap suggestions a twinkle – as when, in his biography of Orson Welles, he casually notes that young Orson was racing through local Irish lassies in a small province just about nine months before Peter O’Toole was born.
And no, that is not hyperbole on my part.