A solid enough look at Benjamin's life, obviously slanted by Scholem's wish to write a slightly different kind of hagiography than Benjamin's other hagiographers. Despite the fact that Scholem only saw Benjamin once in the very productive, final seven years of his life, he would have us believe that Walter never stopped being a theologian, and that Benjamin's Marxist language was just an attempt to make his thought palatable to other Marxist intellectuals. This isn't convincing as a statement of fact, but it is convincing as a reading of the thought: Benjamin's 'materialism' is silly, optimistic nonsense, whereas his more gnomic thought is at least interesting. Scholem's criticism of the later work is, then, valuable in itself.

As for the man, it's impressive that even with the absolute best of intentions--Scholem clearly loved Benjamin--the man himself comes off as insufferable: conceited, selfish, oblivious, and deceptive, as well as incredibly insecure, so that he constantly needed a guru to whom he could attach himself (e.g., Brecht). Intelligent, sure, and probably great company, but not the guy I'd like to have to rely on. ( )

Enjoyed this book even within my difficulty in understanding and my lack of experience and knowledge regarding Judaism and the European experience between the world wars and the journey up to the beginning of another war to end all wars. Gershom Scholem was an engaging writer who did have an understanding few others may have regarding the historical events happening in his, and Benjamin's, lifetime. I believe after reading this book that Gershom was fair in his assessments and the relationship he had with Walter Benjamin. This is a beautiful edition (1981) and I am glad I read it. ( )