Reading excerpts from Susan Sontag’s diaries in the New York Times magazine today I came accross an entry she wrote when she returned to New York from Paris in 1959 that seemed to mirror some of my thoughts and reactions upon return perfectly:
“The ugliness of New York. But I do like it here… In NY sensuality compltely turns into sexuality- no objects for the senses to respond to, no beautiful river, houses, people. Asful smells of the street, and dirt… nothing except eating, if that… Adjusting the self to the city vs. making the city answer better to the self.”
And in reading her journals it raised a question so elequently posed last year by C.C. in my office… “How does one become Susan Sontag?”
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