It’s hard to talk with any clarity about my admiration for Susan Sontag’s work. Her books have been able to change my daily habits, direct me to writers I hadn’t known previously that I loved, and dictate a new line of inquiry for my own writing. Under the Sign of Saturn is familiar in that sense; as a collection of essays, it both reoriented my thinking about familiar topics and introduced me to new ones. Even when I disagree with her, I can’t help but admire the strength and ferocity of Sontag’s thinking.

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