A chronicle of success and failure, this work is Bellow's tale of the writer's life in America. When Humboldt dies a failure in a seedy New York hotel, Charlie Citrine coping with the tribulations of his own success, begins to realize the significance of his own life.
“And money wasn't what I had in mind. Oh God, no, what I wanted was to do good. I was dying to do something good.”Humboldt
“He's too drunk to find his way out of a sentence.”Humboldt
“Why Renata didn't need an ignition key to start a car. One of her kisses on the hood would turn it on. It would roar for her.”Humboldt
“It seems, after all, there are no nonpeculiar people.”
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