tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458341.post646013464771381510..comments2024-01-06T10:36:04.084-05:00Comments on A Commonplace Blog: Writing about the certainty of deathD. G. Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10659136455045567825noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458341.post-86295398123943891062009-09-10T20:44:14.570-04:002009-09-10T20:44:14.570-04:00Wonderful book. It helped me a lot when it came o...Wonderful book. It helped me a lot when it came out. When your sensibility is an ironic one, and sentimentality is anathema to you, then the only stance to take is to be intoxicated by what Henry James called it -- "Here it is at last, the distinguished thing." His death.susan w.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09475142133164089155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3458341.post-65971645399168706562009-02-18T06:03:00.000-05:002009-02-18T06:03:00.000-05:00I read Willie Morris' essay, "a love that transcen...I read Willie Morris' essay, "a love that transcends sadness" recently.<BR/><BR/>I'm young. I don't like thinking about death.<BR/><BR/>but Morris, who wasn't dying when he wrote the essay, discusses the subject so calmly that it SHOULD seem morbid - like he's longing for death... but it never goes there.<BR/><BR/>It's written lyrically - but manages not to romanticize death with sweeping and bromidic generalizations. <BR/>and it didnt' creep me out. this post makes me want to go back and re-read it to figure out how the heck he pulled that off.<BR/><BR/>all signs point to a creepy essay... wasn't that at all.Rebecca V. O'Nealhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07920443685663707856noreply@blogger.com