In today's internet travels I came across this essay by Saul Bellow, circa 1959. (I have lost the trail of breadcrumbs and can't say where I found it, sorry. It's been a big day for me and the internet.) Having thoroughly steeped in the very "deep reading" Bellow denounces, I find it marvelously refreshing.
Perhaps the deepest readers are those who are least sure of themselves. An even more
disturbing suspicion is that they prefer meaning to feeling. What again about the
feelings? Yes, it’s too bad. I’m sorry to have to ring in this tiresome subject, but there’s
no help for it. The reason why the schoolboy takes refuge in circles is that the wrath of
Achilles and the death of Hector are too much for him. He is doing no more than most
civilized people do when confronted with passion and death. They contrive somehow to