The American Religion, by Harold Bloom
If one takes enough stabs in the dark, one is bound to hit upon the occasional truth. And if one is as incorrigibly clever and eclectically erudite as the well-known literary critic and amateur Bible scholar Harold Bloom (he of The Book of J), the averages improve somewhat. Or so one would think. The American Religion, however, disproves the rule.
Bloom is aware that there are those who might question his credentials when he claims to be a “religious critic.” (By this he does not mean that he is a critic who is religious. He tells us that he is a “gnostic Jew” who is not quite up to trust in God and all that.) But credentials, in the sense of mastery of a subject, are rather beside the point to this critic who sees his intellectual task not as interpreting reality but as offering “strong misreadings” which create realities not previously suspected.
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