<p>A little bit of context about Naomi Wolf and Harold Bloom:</p>
<p>Harold Bloom was as ugly and disgusting looking in 1983 as he was a few years ago. He was probably only in his mid-50s then, but he looked 80.</p>
<p>He did stuff like that a lot. All the time. It wasn’t much of a secret – anyone who spent any time around the English Department knew about it. I can practically guarantee that Naomi Wolf knew his reputation before he touched her. I have no idea why she kept her encounter a secret for 20 years; other people discussed similar things openly. I graduated from Yale five years before she did, in the midst of the first sexual harassment lawsuit against Yale, and people would openly discuss Bloom when we were sitting around in a college common room talking about the lawsuit.</p>
<p>Harold Bloom always took no for an answer (and was invariably answered no, at least I think so). I would be shocked and stunned if anyone came forward to say that Bloom retaliated against her for spurning his advances. Of course, that didn’t make it OK. The mere fact that this famous, much-admired senior professor – one of the top English professors in the world, then, perhaps THE top – was coming on to you created a lot of pressure. And women who didn’t feel comfortable being propositioned by him – which is to say 99% of undergraduate women, and probably 80% of female grad students – couldn’t spend much time around him, which of course limited their ability to learn from him outside of class. His behavior certainly had a discriminatory effect, but it wasn’t an effect he intended at all.</p>
<p>Harold Bloom was also a complete mess, in many more ways than this – just a gigantic mass of neuroses and illnesses (and medical appointments). There was nothing healthy about him. He didn’t come off as a predator at all – more like a drowning person frantically grasping at anything that looked like it might float, including smart young women. I think, also, that there was a near-universal sense that his outrageous flaws were organically connected to his genius. He was hungry all the time, for food, for love, for money, for regard, and that generated his unique, really valuable scholarship at the same time it led to his making outrageous demands on everyone around him. So of course that generated the equivalent of a conspiracy around him – not of silence exactly (because everyone acknowledged the problem, except apparently Ms. Wolf), but of inaction, because people doubted there was any way to affect his behavior, so the choice was between having him be on the faculty and tolerating him or telling him to leave, and hardly anyone wanted to tell him to leave (including the women he harassed, including obviously Ms. Wolf).</p>
<p>I’m sure this incident was traumatic for Ms. Wolf, but it’s hard to see the permanent damage it caused. Let’s remember that immediately thereafter she became a Rhodes Scholar, and that she was a famous author and commentator long before she turned 30. (One might also remember that, as anyone who has seen her knows, she is someone who trades on her own considerable physical beauty enthusiastically. That doesn’t excuse Bloom for harassing her – and he harassed plenty of women who felt insecure about how they looked – but it makes me grumpy to hear about how it destroyed her self-confidence, and I would bet that she had plenty of experience deflecting men who were hitting on her.)</p>
<p>I don’t have anything like a scientific sample, but I knew a few women whom Bloom harassed while he was harassing them, and they were upset and confused by it but none of them suffered horrible long-term damage either. (I knew them because I also was attracted to smart English literature students – Bloom and I had the same dating pool, so to speak. If I liked someone, there was a good chance he did, too. I was not famous at all, or powerful, but I was the right age, unmarried, and much cuter than he, and I had a lot more success in this regard.)</p>
<p>Here’s my point: Harold Bloom harassing Naomi Wolf, or any other student, was unfair, and traumatic. Like lots of things in life. And like lots of things in life that are unfair, it didn’t have a simple, acceptable solution, and it didn’t necessarily cry out for a radical solution.</p>