Excerpts from a book review titled …
"Saul Bellow’s Quest for the Vernacular Sublime"
“We often stopped before a display of children’s shoes. My mother coveted for me a pair of patent-leather sandals with an elegantissimo strap. I finally got them— I rubbed them with butter to preserve the leather. This is when I was 6 or 7 years old, a little older than Rosie is now. Amazing how it all boils down to a pair of patent-leather sandals.”
recorded that ancient memory, stirred to it by play with his little daughter, in a letter on Feb. 19, 2004, when he was 88 years old. It is the last letter in this magnificent book….""… Finally he was— may this, too, be said without irony?— a seeker after truth."
— Leon Wieseltier in the November 21 New York Times Sunday Book Review
Without irony is fine, but don't forget the sandals.