Red Admirable

When Susan Sontag knew she was dying–she knew it without admitting it, somehow–she vowed to not write about what it is to die the way most of us will: slowly. That is, she would not speak on what it is to emigrate to the kingdom of the ill and live there.
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Mary and Nathan had told themselves that after her parents left, they wouldn’t take the boat rides by themselves. And, in the way that daughters scold mothers-a clucking that only indicates the extent to which we have learned to stage manage in their absence-Mary had informed the indomitable Frances that, really, she and Nathan [...]