James Wood (arguably the most important contemporary English critic) just reviewed Harold Bloom's newest book Jesus and Yahweh. And by reviewed, I mean more or less eviscerated. The title of his review is "The Misreader".
One little gem that gives an idea of the tone of the piece:
Vatic, repetitious, imprecisely reverential, though never without a peculiar charm of his own–a kind of campiness, in fact–Bloom as a literary critic in the last few years has been largely unimportant.
A touching example of one critic giving hard love to another, this time with sand. Otherwise a rather erudite (if not abstruse) discussion of why Jesus is generally preferred over Yahweh. On an unrelated note, Nietzsche once declared that it was a sign of a nobler spirit to prefer the Old testament to the New. I've just procured myself the Tanukh.
(Full disclosure: I own Bloom's Shakespeare book, his book of stories for intelligent children, How to Read and Why and possibly his Western Canon. I've always liked the old bastard after having seen him cry on C-SPAN because people don't read more books)
