My mother gave me my first diary when I was eight years old and I continued to keep a journal into my 30s, thinking, I'm now chagrined to confess, that I might one day be famous and so should leave a road map showing how I had become so. I assume that the young Susan Sontag had much the same thoughts. Only while I was checking out Nancy Drew on my adolescent trips to the library, she was racing through André Gide…
SOURCE: Broadway & Me at 12:44PM on June 29, 2013