Susan Sontag...
posted by Maureen McHugh at 2:29 PM
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
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- Name: Maureen McHugh
- Location: United States
I'm a writer with four novels and more than two dozen short stories published. The best known is probably my novel China Mountain Zhang. A collection of my short stories, called Mothers and Other Monsters, was published by Small Beer Press in July '05.
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- Treacherous Morning
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- Bored of Illness--and hypervigilence
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6 Comments:
Hi Maureen
Chris Barzak told me about this blog. Your writing about your disease is quite wonderful.
Sontag's ILLNESS AS METAPHOR is a wise, dispassionate book. I have to say, though, that twenty years ago, in the weeks when I knew I had cancer and the months when I recovered after having it cut out of me, I couldn't read her. Instead, I wrote a novel, FERAL CELL. It was reassuring while doing that to know that Sontag had survived. As it is now to know that she had a fairly long and quite productive life.
Rick Bowes
Rick,
Thanks for your kind words. I wish I were writing a book. I;ve become so self-absorbed that all I can write about it myself.
But you give me hope that I'll be able to spin some straw into gold.
Maureen, I have no doubt you will spin straw into gold eventually, but right now you're still cutting the damned stuff; it has to dry before you can spin it. Cut yourself some slack!
give the grass time to grow, then mow it,then make straw
then spin it into gold
or feed it to the horses
or weave baskets
but give the grass time to grow first
blaise
Maureen, here's a good post about Sontag. A real loss for me, as her writing on photography was my first exposure (sorry) to critical thinking on the art form.
D
Oops. Apparently the snooze button was on. Here's the post I referred to:
http://imnotonetoblogbut.blogspot.com/2004/12/susan-sontag-as-metaphor.html
D
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