I don’t read blogs, though, given that I have no real idea of what a blog is, I may well have read one or two without knowing. Better then, I think, that I post from time to time on The Mill website a few lines – no more than a paragraph, say – about writing, written by someone other than me.
Susan Sontag wrote four novels, one of which, In America, won the National Book Award for fiction, a collection of stories, and eight books of essays, among them Illness and Metaphor and On Photography, which won the National Book Critics Circle Award for criticism. Her books have been translated into thirty-two languages. In 2001 she was awarded the Jerusalem Prize for the body of her work.
In her lecture on South African Nobel laureate, Nadine Gordimer, which Sontag delivered shortly before her death in 2004, she begins:. I am often asked if there is something I think writers ought to do, and recently in an interview I heard myself say: “Several things. Love words. Agonize over sentences. And pay attention to the world.”
[Note: I will speak in my own voice in a conversation about Fiction Writing, which will take place on November 12, in the Neenah Public Library, at 3 pm. There is no admission fee, and the public is welcome to attend. The series starts Saturday, November 5 with Karla Huston speaking On Poetry and ends November 19 with a discussion On Memoir by Jill Swenson.]