Harold Bloom's Social Media
Shmoop eavesdrops on your favorite critic's online convos.
Hey, have you seen Skyfall? Love that 007 and his whole fashion sense. Plus the new Bond girl is smokin' hot.
I'd like you all to accord me a little professional respect. As a woman, I find it offensive when my sex is reduced to its sexual features.
Wow, Luce. Am seriously thinking of de-friending you. Your feminist rant is not welcome on my wall. You of all people know how I feel about charter members of the School of Resentment.
Am on the look out for a new cleaning lady—like the nurse from Romeo and Juliet, but hot and not a ding-dong doodle.
Hey, Harry. I have someone for you but can't recommend her if you plan to treat her like "the Other."
Must pipe in here and say that if she is of Eastern origin, I will never play piano for you again. Just wanted to put that out there.
I just can't live like this anymore—the stacks of manuscripts, letters, biographies, studies, and the enormous ledger books. I'm drowning in masterpieces from the Western tradition. My triple bypass surgery and a broken back have not helped things. I have lost my copy of Julius Caesar.
Has anyone seen my copy of Canterbury Tales? Haven't seen it this morning.
I don't forget the words, but I can lose a book now and then. When it comes to books, I just forget the junk.
Perhaps you meant to lose Canterbury Tales. You are moving on from your deep fear of non-Western thought.
He should be afraid of non-Western thought. It has fangs—unlike his little pale-faced Jane Austen sipping tea and worrying about marriage plots.
Edward—I am not saying you are fascist, but I am saying that anyone who evaluates literature simply on the basis of the ethnic origin, sexual orientation, or skin pigmentation is, well, fascist. You can take it from there.
Can we please all agree that the female body just doesn't have a place here?