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Against Interpretation and Other Essays (Penguin Modern Classics) Kindle Edition
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- ASIN : B00BQ4NHWC
- Publisher : Penguin (2 May 2013)
- Language : English
- File size : 562 KB
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- Print length : 338 pages
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So it was that, when in 1957 clever, young Susan Sontag decided that the tweediness of Oxford University did not suit her, she went to Paris. This was a turning point in her life and, after returning to New York, she devoted much of the remainder of it in the wholesale import of French ideas into North America. This book of essays is the earliest expression of this.
The French intellectual that leaves the largest trace on Against Interpretation is Roland Barthes. In fact, so well did Sontag learn at the foot of the master that Notes on “Camp”, the stand-out essay in this book, could almost be a chapter from his own classic collection of essays Mythologies.
The key French ideas are all here. The title essay is a plea for a work of art not having to mean anything; it should just be. She rejects old ideas of narrative structure – no more beginning, middle and end. She speaks for form over substance. But she is smart. She knows her audience. She does not try to épater la bourgeoisie as the French intellectuals did. Prior to 1968, the French liberal classes did not seem to mind being the butt of the intellectuals’ rhetoric; in fact with typical French sophistication they seemed to find it amusant. Wealthy American readers of the high-brow literary New York magazines were not so indulgent. So Sontag plays down the left-wing politics, to point of invisibility. Moreover, in deference to the stylistic requirements of these magazines, she uses short sentences and crystal clear prose, and, tellingly, avoids jargon, philosophical, critical or political. This takes her a long way from her French masters, who loved obfuscatory jargon, buried their ideas in impenetrable prose to give them more weight and were above all else engagé.
On at least one occasion, Sontag allows her Francophilia to cloud her judgement. Bresson, she writes, “is a far greater director than” Bunuel, Bergman and Fellini. I confess that I nearly dropped my tablet when I read this. From a viewpoint of 50 years later, I have the latter three, along with Kurosawa and Welles, in my list of the five greatest film directors of my lifetime and I have Robert Bresson somewhere in the late forties just behind Tony Scott. I think Sontag may have been being deliberately provocative, but, since this assertion appears very early in the first essay of the film section (The book is divided into five sections, each covering essays on the same general theme: critical theory, writers, theatre, film and other.), I lost faith in her credibility as a film critic from the outset.
A book of literary and philosophical essays from 50 years ago naturally becomes dated. Actually the film section stands up rather well, dealing with Godard and Resnais as well as Bresson, although, unless you are an extreme Warholian or a Velvet Underground completist, you probably will not know of Jack Smith. But the section on writers really shows how times have moved on. I did not know of Michel Leiris or Nathalie Sarraute. Who reads Cesare Pavese now? Simone Weil or Georg Lukács, once so all pervasive, are less and less read and even poor Albert Camus seems to be going the same way. As for Jean Genet, he is in the dustbin of history, where he probably should have remained in the first place.
Notes on “Camp” aside, I cannot recommend this book unless you are trying to (re-)connect with the early 1960s. This world of self-conscious intellectualism, where middle-aged French academics were kings, was swept aside by “pop” in all its meanings – the Beatles, Bob Dylan, Andy Warhol, Easy Rider and all the rest. Jean-Paul Sartre and others tried to save themselves by hitching onto the 1968 événements. In the event, 1968 became the year of Pompidou and Nixon and the writing was on the wall for French intellectualism.
Clear insightful writer. Great thinker!
The book arrived all well, as described, well packed etc. nice purchase and will take a second reading some time!