The essays by Susan Sontag and John Updike are dramatically different
from each other. Susan's writes of the cowardice of the media and
politicians and the way they "infantilize" the public by talking around
the problem, telling us that everything is going to be okay. Susan
angrily writes that they are "unworthy of a mature democracy," and that
the politics of a democracy "has been replaced by psychotherapy."
Throughout the entire essay, Susan boldly voices her negative opinions
on the actions of the government and media. The only break from this
negativity is in the last few sentences of the paper: "'Our country is
strong,' we are told again and again. Who doubts that America is strong?
But that's not all America has to be." The hopefulness of her
conclusion somewhat softens the harsh words in the rest of the essay
while remaining refreshingly honest.
It was also very interesting to read about the horrors of 9/11 from John
Updike's unique perspective. There is beauty in the way he describes
what he witnessed that day. When he first saw the twin towers, "smoke
speckled with bits of paper curled into the cloudless sky." Shortly
after, the second tower "burst into ballooning flame." He isn't
dismissing the death and sorrow of 9/11, but he isn't completely
focusing on them either. At one point, he mentions the "remarkably calm
and loving" last-minute cellphone calls and says that television's
repeated footage of the tragedy was like a "nightmare ballet." Though
both he and Susan conclude their essays with words of strength and hope,
John Updike's conclusion (and the rest of his paper) gave the overall
impression that he had deep respect for those who had lost their lives
and that he truly believed that America would pull through. Susan Sontag
wrote her entire essay with words of anger and contempt. Her conclusion
sounded sincere, but it wasn't nearly as encouraging and hopeful as
John's.
Friday, July 26, 2013
Personal Intro
Hello everyone! There isn't much to say about me, but I'll try to make
this as interesting as possible. First off, I'll be a senior this year,
which I find exciting mostly because it's one step closer to college (in
case you were wondering, I'm not sure what my major will be, but I'm
thinking of someday becoming a physical therapist). I was born in Cedar
Rapids, Iowa and moved to McFarland when I was 9 years old. I have two
sisters: Sophia, who is 15, and Mia, who is 9. My family adopted Mia
from Wuhan, China about 3 years ago.
I guess one of my favorite things in life is art. All forms of it. I love photography, music, dance, paintings, drawings, movies, sculptures, books, and a bunch of other art forms that aren't coming to mind right now. I've attempted painting/drawing, but that hasn't worked out as well as I'd like it to. My attempt at dance about 12 years ago (ballet class) didn't work out either, so now I mostly bounce up and down and wave my arms around. I'm decent at photography and writing, and so far I've just stuck with those. I've learned stand back and appreciate the rest. I also love travel. I love learning about other cultures, but actually being there and experiencing those cultures is entirely different. I love the idea of being in a place where I know absolutely no one else, and not knowing how to speak their language (well) means that I don't have to talk to anyone unless it's absolutely necessary (not that I hate talking to all of you, but I'm sure it wasn't hard to guess right from the beginning that I prefer to observe away from the spotlight).
I also consider family a big part of my life. The two halves of my family, my mom's side and my dad's side, are almost complete opposites. I mostly take after my mom's side, physically and mentally. The people on her side of the family are all interested in art and travel (though I'm pretty sure my lack of dancing talent came from them), and we all share the same weird sense of humor. The people on my dad's side are much less... loose, I guess. I'm not even sure what their sense of humor is. But both sides have definitely affected my life and my personality in different ways, so I thought they were worth mentioning on here.
I guess one of my favorite things in life is art. All forms of it. I love photography, music, dance, paintings, drawings, movies, sculptures, books, and a bunch of other art forms that aren't coming to mind right now. I've attempted painting/drawing, but that hasn't worked out as well as I'd like it to. My attempt at dance about 12 years ago (ballet class) didn't work out either, so now I mostly bounce up and down and wave my arms around. I'm decent at photography and writing, and so far I've just stuck with those. I've learned stand back and appreciate the rest. I also love travel. I love learning about other cultures, but actually being there and experiencing those cultures is entirely different. I love the idea of being in a place where I know absolutely no one else, and not knowing how to speak their language (well) means that I don't have to talk to anyone unless it's absolutely necessary (not that I hate talking to all of you, but I'm sure it wasn't hard to guess right from the beginning that I prefer to observe away from the spotlight).
I also consider family a big part of my life. The two halves of my family, my mom's side and my dad's side, are almost complete opposites. I mostly take after my mom's side, physically and mentally. The people on her side of the family are all interested in art and travel (though I'm pretty sure my lack of dancing talent came from them), and we all share the same weird sense of humor. The people on my dad's side are much less... loose, I guess. I'm not even sure what their sense of humor is. But both sides have definitely affected my life and my personality in different ways, so I thought they were worth mentioning on here.
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