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“He wondered at times whether he didn’t belong to a class of people secretly convinced they had an arrangement with fate; in return for docility or ingenuous good will they were to be shielded from the worst brutalities in life.”

Quote by Saul Bellow

Book:Herzog

Work

Herzog

Herzog is a profound and introspective novel that delves into the psyche of its protagonist, Herzog, as he grapples with a series of personal and philosophical dilemmas. The narrative is characterized by its stream-of-consciousness style, offering readers a glimpse into the intricate workings of the human mind and the search for meaning in a chaotic world. more

Author

Saul Bellow
Saul Bellow

Saul Bellow, born on June 10, 1915, in Canada, was an American Jewish writer. His works are known for their profound psychological insights and unique sense of humor. Bellow won the Nobel Prize in Literature. His representative works include 'Herzog', 'The Adventures of Augie March', and 'Henderson the Rain King'. more

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