Jonathon Sturgeon asks in his review of Sarah Manguso’s book “whether poetry — more than autobiographical fiction, or diary, or memoir — might best help us to negotiate the self in these automated years.” Manguso is reflecting on her compulsion to keep a diary. The compulsion is briefly paused when her son is born: “the baby became a little boy who needed me more than I needed to write the diary,” she writes. “He needed me more than I needed to write about him.”
On Automation
On Automation
On Automation
Jonathon Sturgeon asks in his review of Sarah Manguso’s book “whether poetry — more than autobiographical fiction, or diary, or memoir — might best help us to negotiate the self in these automated years.” Manguso is reflecting on her compulsion to keep a diary. The compulsion is briefly paused when her son is born: “the baby became a little boy who needed me more than I needed to write the diary,” she writes. “He needed me more than I needed to write about him.”