Thursday, December 9, 2021

Greg Bellow on his father

 From left, Gregory, Daniel and Adam Bellow at their father’s Nobel ceremony in 1976.

From left, Gregory, Daniel and Adam Bellow on Friday at 92Y TriBeCa.



As soon as Saul died, his lawyer, Walter Pozen, set the tone for what was to come. Instead of calling the family, Walter phoned the public media. I learned of my father’s death on my car radio. The chosen speakers at Saul’s funeral were Martin Amis, the literary “son,” and Ruth Wisse, the dutiful Jewish “daughter.” Though no family members were asked to speak, I rose to praise Saul’s widow, Janis, for her devotion during my father’s last years. Strangely silent was another literary heir, Philip Roth, who, like a kind of brooding Hamlet, wandered the edges of the funeral in deep thought.

from Saul Bellow's Heart

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