<p>Naomi Wolf’s case, which is old news in every respect, has a ton of context.</p>
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<li><p>As early as 1976 undergraduate women sued Yale over the lack of a sexual harassment policy and inadequate administrative procedures for handling complaints. The suit was settled a year or two later with the adoption of detailed policies, which were certainly in place in 1983 when Wolf was harassed.</p></li>
<li><p>Harold Bloom was (and maybe still is) sui generis in this field. At the time, he was almost certainly the most famous professor at Yale in the humanities, a towering intellect, prolific scholar, and the brightest star on an English faculty then universally regarded as the best in the world. He had also been the first Jew to get tenure in the Yale English Department. He was also (a) one of the most neurotic, screwed-up people one could ever hope to meet – think an extreme version of Woody Allen’s own self-hating caricatures, (b) phenomenally ugly, obese, decrepit, chronically ill, physically disgusting, and (c) a known serial sexual harasser, but one who absolutely and universally took “no” for an answer (as he did with Wolf). Bloom’s advances were the opposite of a powerful man using coercion; they were the pathetic whining of a sick man.</p></li>
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<p>Yes, people throughout the university were protective of Bloom. Not just shielding him from discipline . . . other professors drove him around (he couldn’t drive), bandaged him when he burned himself because he was upset over this or that, helped him cope in dozens of every-day ways. And not just his colleagues: graduate and undergraduate students were the same way. No one thought what he did was OK, but no one wanted him to leave, or wanted their access to him restricted, and people feared that some sort of witch-hunt would push him over the edge psychologically.</p>
<p>This included me, obviously. I remember sitting around with women involved in the sexual harassment case, some of whom were (and remain) friends, and saying things like, “All of that’s great, but how do you build a system that doesn’t fire Harold Bloom? And why would you want to fire the top literature scholar in the world just because he can’t stop propositioning girls and then backing off when they turn him down?” Of course, it was easy for me to say things like that – Bloom wasn’t hitting on me.</p>
<p>He was, however, hitting on a huge percentage of the women I knew in English lit. I never heard even a rumor that any of them said yes to him, including graduate students whose careers he could make or break. Including women whose careers he absolutely supported. There can be little question, however, that turning Bloom down wasn’t fun or comfortable for these women. But Wolf would have had to be living in a bubble not to know what to expect when she invited Bloom to dinner tete-a-tete. (He didn’t need to be invited to dinner to hit on women anyway. He was perfectly capable of looking them up in the phone book and calling them in the middle of the night.)</p>
<p>Anyway, the point is that I have never heard of anyone who harassed women as systematically as Bloom did, or with so little real coercion, and certainly not anyone whose scholarly reputation and output was as valuable as Bloom’s. He was a bizarre, special case all around. He shouldn’t have harassed Wolf, and she isn’t credible when she suggests it surprised her. She could certainly have complained, and received a great deal of sympathy, counseling, and probably little or no action. If she had complained, however, she might have felt a little less special.</p>
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<li> Bloom is savagely, and accurately, caricatured a clef in Rebecca Goldstein’s novel 36 Arguments For The Existence Of God.</li>
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