Humboldt?s Gift
(Saul Bellow)
In today?s reality, if anybody wishes to taste life in America through the late thirties till the early seventies; the turbulent days and the scintillating nights associated with it; the glint and the glamour, the mirth and murder, affluence and privation going hand in gloves, I would recommend Humboldt?s Gift by Saul Bellow. Told in the first person narrative choice, this mammoth novel is mostly a chronology of the author?s reminiscences, some of which are dramatically hectic, painfully poignant and utterly frisky and frolicsome. Surprisingly enough, in all its four hundred and odd pages there is neither any chapter heading nor a sub-title offering a clue to the reader. Considering this to be the Nobel Laureate?s finest creation, Humboldt?s Gift is immensely entertaining, chock full of alacrity and anecdotes to warm up the c oldest of hearts. Also, as a narrator of events, Bellow is convincingly descriptive, going into every detail to stamp into the reader?s mind, incidents that look place decades ago in a near cinematic flavour. Fancy the array of characters that has come to play their roles in the book. From an all American avante garde poet who rose to the height of his fame but remained unrecognized by the American hierarchy during his lifetime and had to die a miserable death, alone, penniless and uncared for in a solitary cell (Von Humboldt Fisher) to the crazy Italian from the Al Capone era whose only weapon was Threat in all its criminal assortment (Rinaldo Cantabiles). Then there is Denise, the narrator?s estranged wife whose ultimate objective was to wrench out her erring husband?s liver and fry it with plenty of onion before savoring the delicacy, may be, with some white anchovy sauce. Take the case of lawyer Forrest Tomcheck who had ?bully refinements? and was fond of befriending his clients to a superlative degree before cutting them up. As there are no principal characters (as such) in the novel, all the people appearing in its pages augment the central theme individually as well as collectively. Nor did the author spare such personalities like Ike Eisenhower or Harry S. Truman. Mind you, this was not done merely for name-dropping. It had a purpose and that has been well achieved. Also, there is friend, Pierre Thaxter who is warmly devoted to his ?extended family? consisting of many children by many wives across Europe and the continent or Renata, the lascivious lady friend of narrator Charles Citrine who is perpetually in search of her ?undisclosed? father, siphoning her lover?s fortune in pricey inter-continental flights every now and again. In portraying Renata?s beauty and her lifestyle, the author has devoted quite a number of paragraphs, always paying glowing tributes to her feminine charms, describing the fine set of tooth revealed during an enchanting smile or the shape of her nape occasionally exposed while knotting her lovely hair. While admitting himself as a ?nymph-troubled man and a person of frenzied longings chasing a gold digger? Charles Citrine, the narrator, nevertheless admires the girl?s ?feelings? for him though occasionally, he felt betrayed and remained depressed for months on end. Describing her on the first date on a wet, gloomy day, she wore a plastic raincoat divided into red, white and black bands with a broad, bent brim hat and a banana?fragrant lipstick. In short, she looked irresistible and Citrine took her to a hotel room paid at ?Conference Rate? (hourly basis), downing martinis. However, when the girl fell sick and intoxicated, Citrine felt it his duty to protect her instead of the usual staff a lecher may make. Besides, he avows ?one could not make it without love? and safely reaches her home. Therein lies the soulful tackling of an otherwise sordid affair by the great novelist. Before closing I must list some of Bellow?s ?literary technical terms? that runs like this: ?A female?s bacterial background of deep love?; ?Never yet touched a fig leaf that did not turn into a price tag?; ?Happiness is nothing but temporary remission of complexities?; ?The dead are alive in us if we choose to keep them alive?; ?Suffering from longing-heart-it is?; ?Not only are best things in life free, but you can?t be too free with the best things in life?; ?An erotic lightweight? and ?Dog-food level of thoughts?.
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