Harold Bloom - Teaching Career and Personal Life

Teaching Career and Personal Life

Bloom received his Ph.D. in 1955 and won the John Addison Porter Prize the following year. He has worked as a member of the Yale faculty ever since. For some years, he has taught two classes at Yale: one on the plays of William Shakespeare; the other on poetry from Geoffrey Chaucer to Hart Crane.

In 1959, Bloom married Jeanne Gould and they enjoyed their honeymoon in Spain. They have two sons, Daniel Jacob and David Moses.

In 1985, Bloom was a recipient of the MacArthur Fellowship. From 1988 to 2004, Bloom served as Berg Professor of English at New York University while maintaining his Sterling Professorship at Yale and continuing to teach there. In 2010 he became a founding patron of Ralston College, a new institution in Savannah, Georgia that focuses on primary texts.

Bloom claims to have been able to read 400 pages an hour in his prime.

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