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>J is the title that scholars ascribe to the nameless writer they believe is responsible for the text, written between 950 & 900, on which Genesis, Exodus & Numbers is based. In The Book of J, Bloom & Rosenberg draw the J text out of the surrounding material & present it as the seminal classic it is. In addition to Rosenberg's original translations, Bloom argues in several essays that "J" was not a religious writer but a fierce ironist & a woman living in the court of King Solomon. He also argues that J is a writer on par with Homer, Shakespeare & Tolstoy. Bloom also offers historical context, a discussion of the theory of how the different texts came together to create the Bible & translation notes. Rosenberg's translations from the Hebrew bring J's stories to life & reveal her towering originality & grasp of humanity.
I see ol Bloom wasn't content with his forays into sci-fi schlock which resulted in that preeminent tome "The Flight To Lucifer" and decided to expand his imaginative comic-booking of legitimate literature and traditions, this time going for a more Historical setting, ah exquisite.
Seriously though, how much projection can one fat winnie the pooh condense into a single figure that he can simultaneously wank off to since he assigns the female sex to it, but then further assigns this writer to the ranks of the most esteemed literary figures to ever exist–all while imbuing this now near fictitious sketch of a character with the humanistic cynicism that Bloom himself subrscribes to?
It would've been more respectable if Bloom had just come out and said: "Yeah, I'd really like to winnie the pooh whoever wrote the J portions of the bible. I bet they were a pretty cool person who would totally love me." I think there might be something to the whole "Jews as carries of hyper-neuroses", because the extent that Bloom is projecting onto this unknown figure is borderline psychotic.