
I first read this book while I was studying ‘A’ level History of Art 22 years ago.
To be honest it really didn’t sink in to my consciousness, I was cramming for exams at the time and not really reading it for myself, anyway I passed and that’s all that mattered at the time.
Priorities in my life have changed now, I was in a bookshop recently looking for a present for someone and drifted over to the photography section and there it was, Susan Sontag – On Photography. It brought a smile to my face, it reminded me of a great time in my life when I was a young photography student taking photographs for myself, being care free, travelling, etc.
Obviously I bought it, my original copy was covered in pencilled in notes and high lighter pen and had long disappeared. This time I read it for myself and my whole perspective on what photography is and what it stands for has changed, it has given me a whole new direction and a different way of seeing things.
Books mean different things to different people, maybe I am being sentimental. Every serious photographer should read this book, even just the once. If you do buy it, stick with it, it’s not an easy read.
I will leave you with an extract from the book.
…the very question of whether photography is or is not an art is essentially a misleading one. Although photography generates works that can be called art – it requires subjectivity, it can lie, it gives aesthetic pleasure — photography is not, to begin with, an art form at all. Like language, it is a medium in which works of art (among other things) are made. Out of language, one can make scientific discourse, bureaucratic memoranda, love letters, grocery lists, and Balzac’s Paris. Out of photography, one can make passport pictures, weather photographs, X-rays, wedding pictures, and Atget’s Paris.
On Photography by Susan Sontag