Who is Susan Sontag

Susan Sontag (; January 16, 1933 – December 28, 2004) was an American writer, philosopher, and political activist. She mostly wrote essays, but also published novels; she published her first major work, the essay "Notes on 'Camp'", in 1964. Her best-known works include the critical works Against Interpretation (1966), Styles of Radical Will (1968), On Photography (1977), and Illness as Metaphor (1978), as well as the fictional works The Way We Live Now (1986), The Volcano Lover (1992), and In America (1999).Sontag was active in writing and speaking about, or travelling to, areas of conflict, including during the Vietnam War and the Siege of Sarajevo. She wrote extensively about photography, culture and media, AIDS and illness, human rights, and leftist ideology. Her essays and speeches d...
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Sociotrip: “i haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.” – susan sontag
W_tripsolution: “i haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.” – susan sontag
Ucdpalestine: important letter from historian esmat elhalaby explaining the politics of the prize:"the dan david prize, like the jerusalem prize before it, serves to legitimize israel’s presence on the global stage. in 2001, edward said wrote to susan sontag: '/1
Ancawrites: "susan sontag once said that every writer must really be four people: the nut or the obsédé (“the obsessed”), the moron, the stylist, and the critic."
Michaeljaltman: and then across mega churches, drag, and wrestling i just thought the other day that “camp” might be an aesthetic thread that ties them all together. still not sure what to do with that though. thinking with susan sontag’s “notes on ‘camp’”.
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Answered Prayers
 by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I prayed for riches, and achieved success;
All that I touched turned into gold. Alas!
My cares were greater and my peace was less,
When that wish came to pass.

I prayed for glory, and I heard my name
Sung by sweet children and by hoary men.
But ah! the hurts - the hurts that come with fame.
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