Shavuot marks the giving of the Torah to the Jews at mt. Sinai. It is a very under appreciated holiday, despite the fact that without the Torah, there would not be Judaism.
But there is a corollary to receiving the Torah: giving it back to God in the form of the Oral Torah, that is, what we humans have divined from His word, what we have learned. This is what truly demarcates us as human beings living rightfully in this world--the ability to think critically and understand stuff around us, and to give back.
I am about to graduate college, and will be presented with a flimsy piece of paper that supposedly shows the world all the hard work I've done. This is not the case. My work was a thing in itself, that found justification in itself in being work. There was no means, only an end. I do not mean to cast parallel aspersions on the Torah, and say that books like the Talmud are more important than their origination.
I think Saul Bellow is a prime example of this 'giving back,' and I'm thinking mostly of his künstlerromane, his 'high art' novels: things like Sammler, Humboldt, and Herzog. These are, appropriately or not, his Jewish books. A strange parallel happens in reading Bellow: we see that his characters, who are often authors themselves, ensconce themselves within a very literary world, and make numerous references and allusions. These men (yeah, never women! jerk) tap into the literary stratosphere/higher unconscious, then present it back to itself with their own work. It's very TS Eliot.
Then the reader comes along, and continues the pattern by reading a text about texts, and finding meaning (or trying to).
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