Saul Bellow was a Canadian-American novelist whose expansive, intellectually exuberant fiction captured the modern Jewish-American mind at full stretch.
Born in Lachine, Quebec in 1915 and raised in Montreal before his family moved to Chicago, Bellow made Chicago his great literary city — as Dickens made London, as Balzac made Paris. He died in 2005 having won the Nobel Prize (1976), the Pulitzer Prize for Humboldt’s Gift, and three National Book Awards — a haul that represents something close to a consensus judgment that he was the dominant American novelist of his era.
His major novels — The Adventures of Augie March, Herzog, Henderson the Rain King, Humboldt’s Gift — are among the most intellectually alive works in American fiction: long, digressive, crammed with ideas and comedy and grief, narrated by men who cannot stop thinking even when thinking is destroying them. The Adventures of Augie March opens with one of the great first lines in American fiction (“I am an American, Chicago born”) and never really lets up. Herzog, his masterpiece, follows a divorced intellectual writing unsent letters to everyone he knows and many he doesn’t — Nietzsche, Eisenhower, his dead mother — and it is both genuinely very funny and a sustained investigation of how a mind protects itself from reality. Seize the Day, a short novel easy to overlook beside the longer works, is as concentrated and devastating as anything he wrote.
Bellow was a major public intellectual as well as a novelist, and controversial in his later years for views that his admirers found embarrassing and his critics found disqualifying. His influence on Philip Roth, John Updike, and the generation that followed is foundational — Roth’s debt to him is everywhere and explicitly acknowledged.