Ravelstein: A Writer's Soul
Bellow's final novel was inspired by his friendship with Allan Bloom.
Reprinted with permission from JBooks.com.
Oh, the magisterial Abe Ravelstein! Drawn from the real-life model of Allan Bloom, Saul Bellow's friend and colleague at the University of Chicago's Committee on Social Thought, he is a world-class intellectual with a wide network of former students, and a man who never stopped thinking about the condition of his soul. Bellow has always been fatally attracted to the type, especially if, as is the case with Ravelstein, he also has enough hard cash to indulge his outrageously expensive tastes and to stay--often for extended periods--in the finest hotels Paris can offer.
Bellow tries hard to separate Ravelstein, his fictional character, and the real Allan Bloom, but those who have read Bellow's remarks at Bloom's funeral know better. There, he said this:
What I was seeing, as I well knew, was the avidity for life particularly keen in him...On a lesser level this avidity was apparent also in the delight he took in acquiring Persian carpets, Chinese chests, Hermes porcelain, Ultimo cashmere coats, and Mercedes-Benzes. In general, his attitude toward money was that it was something to be thrown away, scattered from the rear platform of luxury trains.
Many of the same examples and turns of phrase find their way into Ravelstein. No doubt some will take Bellow to task for writing a book that lets Ravelstein/Bloom off the hook too easily, but such people have been dogging Bellow's heels ever since he wrote the introduction to The Closing of the American Mind (1987), a surprising best-seller given the book's difficult, no-holds-barred arguments about higher education and American culture. To say a few kind words about Bloom--even if they are balanced by a realistic assessment of his foibles and eccentric folly--is to risk the censure of those who are quite willing to write off both Bellow and Bloom as pinch-faced conservatives. Such critics badly miss the fact that Bellow's novel is less about cultural politics than it is about friendship.
But Ravelstein, or Bloom, if you prefer, is not reducible to a simple, formulated phrase--and that's where the continuing strength of Bellow's style comes in. In old age, he could still write rings around most of the younger competition. Which contemporary American novelist, one wonders, could pen lines as tightly packed with ideas and their consequences as these?
[Ravelstein was going to give his students]... a higher life, full of variety and diversity, governed by rationality--anything but the arid kind. If they were lucky, if they were bright and willing, Ravelstein would give them the greatest gift they could hope to receive and lead them through Plato, introduce them to the esoteric secrets of Maimonides, teach them the correct interpretation of Machievelli, acquaint them with the higher humanity of Shakespeare--up to and beyond Nietzsche. It wasn't an academic program that he offered--it was more freewheeling than that.