Saul Bellow’s Henderson the Rain King has been in my hands for months now, and at last I’ve finished the little Nobel Prize winner!
I loved Gene Henderson’s burly fumbling and chain-like thinking all through Africa with his trusty guide Romilayu.
I love how sentimental he is with his wife:
“Lily, I probably haven’t said this lately, but I have true feeling for you, baby, which sometimes wrings my heart. You can call it love. Although personally I think that word is full of bluff.”;
how badly he wishes to nail exactly what the voice in his head wants, wants, wants;
the conversations between him and King Dahfu: ” […]A hit B? B hit C? —we have not enough alphabet to cover the condition. A brave man will try to make the evil stop with him […]”;
and, of course, the romps with the lion.
My first Saul Bellow will not be my last.