Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Susan Sontag...

6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

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

December 28, 2004 11:53 PM  
Blogger Maureen McHugh said...

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.

December 29, 2004 11:14 AM  
Blogger Madeleine Robins said...

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!

December 29, 2004 1:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

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

December 29, 2004 6:22 PM  
Blogger Derryl Murphy said...

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

December 29, 2004 8:02 PM  
Blogger Derryl Murphy said...

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

December 30, 2004 8:14 PM  

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