Now, this is one to read, and read, and read, ...and read again. However, not only does Harold Bloom provide a central piece for analysing the Bard; he also makes so compelling a case for criticism --of any sort, ultimately-- to be regarded as a true art form in itself, that you feel like appreciating Pauline Kael, Norman Mailer's A Transit to Narcissus and anything Guillermo Cabrera Infante again, even if those are but literary works about cinema.
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