Over time, Sontag's reputation will stand or fall not on her compulsive socializing and networking (which should raise doubts about her putative seriousness) but on her writing. Others will make those judgments. I myself feel that Sontag was a serial name-dropper who made gestures at subjects rather than saying something new, true or memorable about them. Except for a few early essays, when she was a witness to the surging avant-garde scene in downtown New York, Sontag rarely delivered what she advertised.From here. (Scroll down through a lot of other bullshit.)
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Camille Paglia on Susan Sontag: farewell you black kettle
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Say what you want. I love Camille and agree with her, more than disagree with her and she's got some of the biggest balls I have ever seen and Sontag and the whole NY intellectual brew are very much ado about nothing. It's all emperors's new clothes stuff. (smarter people are in Boston and Cambridge MA, historically and even now : ) EXCEPT for Christopher Lydon, who is a self-important goofball, that only people from outside Boston listen to.
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