Not a critic, not a scholar, just a reader.
When I, already past middle age, taught Dostoevsky at Berkeley, Arthur, who was then a young assistant professor, came to my lectures. A practicing Catholic, he found something for himself in the religious problems posed by the Russian writer. Another way of looking at this would be that he had need of a clear opposition to the Maoist madness of the Berkeley revolution, and my lectures offered this. That is how our friendship began.
Czeslaw Milosz,
Milosz's ABC's.
