I met Saul Bellow several times, as he spent a fair part of his last years in Vermont and we had several friends in common. Once, at a dinner party in the 1980s, he arrived in high spirits, having just finished The Dean’s December. He talked rapidly and passionately about the ‘younger generation’, the Boomers (like myself) who had protested against the Vietnam War and now seemed to have lost their moral edge. In a fluster, I argued with him about Vietnam and the 1960s. I found him irascible and terribly condescending. His sense of paternal authority unsettled me: I didn’t trust it and I still don’t, although I find him wonderful to read – at least in his best work.
Bellow’s many voices stick in one’s mind. And these voices, emerging from the lips of eccentric and alluring characters, were not wholly invented. As David Mikics suggests in Bellow’s People – a breezy, highly readable and often entertaining study of some important figures in the author’s life – he drew on people he knew. The problem here, of course, is that every character in fiction is a composite; Mikics knows this, but he nevertheless persists in asking us to read behind the characters in the novels and see how they were based on figures (or experiences) from Bellow’s own life.