I've made it about of a third of the way through Harold Bloom's "Genius". He kind of can't keep Shakespeare's dick out of his mouthreveres Shakespeare like a god among men, and spits bile about anyone who made the unfortunate choice of ever badmouthing the Bard, but his enthusiasm for literature and poetry in general is infectious. I'm much more curious about Rilke, Goethe, Kafka, Montaigne, and Emerson now.