"She fills her journals with flinty thoughts: essays still to write;
passionate, defiant, intellectually decadent, and often incomprehensible
quotations; lists of obscure books to read and art-house films to see;
words she’d like to use; records of café sittings; manifestations of
culture beyond the beyond."
“'I’ve never fancied the ideology of writing as therapy or
self-expression,' she said. Sontag admired John Updike’s 'Self-Consciousness', and though she was particularly self-conscious in
monitoring the face she showed, there is a distinct lack of directness
in her telling, a denial of the cathartic impulse to shed layers or
lighten her own load".
Susan Sontag, here.
