Out of maybe a half-dozen sightings, I only saw Susan Sontag laugh once. She and her lover Annie Liebovitz were in an audience gathered to remember James Merrill, who had recently died of AIDS. Harold Bloom was speaking, recounting an academic event in the Midwest where he and Merrill were reading to a college audience. Bloom had taken a question from a student about _J_. The student didn't understand how a woman could have written some biblical texts that only God could have written. Sweating, Bloom danced around the subject until it vanished in tedium. James Merrill leaned toward him and said quietly, "It's always this way when the Great Plains meets the Great Fancies." ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html