by Susan Sontag
First and foremost I must confess to you that I do not like The New Yorker. I find it’s content stuffy and while intellectual it is far more snobbish in it’s use of said intellect. Everything I have read from The New Yorker (and I have read a few articles from them) has sounded like a highfalutin inside joke, constantly condescending to any and all that might read without prior knowledge of this “tight knit community.”
I had interest in this however before even reading it because of who wrote it: Susan Sontag. This was the first piece I have read by her and my first experience with her own particular flavor (having only previously known the name from watching Rent repeatedly) and I find it terribly unfortunate as a first impression. Because it is an article designed to appeal to the audience of The New Yorker it is written in a style that I abhor.
HOWEVER, let’s move on to the substance of the article shall we?
At once I find Sontag’s claims about men, people in general, and war unfounded and idiotic, not to mention her butchery of Virginia Woolf's essay Three Guineas which she refers to as "unwelcome". Speaking as a practicing Quaker (the very faith to which two of Woolf’s early female mentors belonged) it is both possible and probable that there is a massive contingent of human beings that believe war should be and CAN be “abolished.” Going deeper into the writing however I can see (somewhat) where she is making these claims, this being that in today’s world (or even a world of the 1960’s) images of war, death, and destruction really do NOT hold the same shock and horror value they would have in Woolf’s day.
So while I disagree with Sontag*1 I can at least understand her claims once reading all the way through her (overly long) article.
Also deeper within the depths of the article*2 Sontag makes her points about photography and it’s uses in war times to at first convey the horrors or war, but later to simply inform the public of the goings on in other countries. Her belief, near as I can figure, is that the images of brutalization no longer hold the same sway that they once did (in Woolf’s time) because we are so used to them.
Cutting my analysis short as I feel I am only going to start talking in ever shrinking circles, Sontag’s article is NOT one worth reading for the very simple reason that it was designed for The New Yorker and thus will not read the same as an article, essay, or book written by Sontag independent of the over-arching “sound” of a given publication. In fact I know for a fact that Sontag wrote other pieces that are much better examples of her opinions and it would be these that I would recommend as her perspective is truly one to appreciate.
*1 And please do keep in mind I hold little love for Virginia Woolf so while I may be in disagreement with Sontag, I am also equally disagreeing with many of the things Woolf said as well because I think she was a egotistical, oversexed idiot in a lot of respects.
*2 The redundancy of terms was totally intentional. I find this article insanely long given it’s content value. I mean seriously, was she trying to win a prize for longest windbag statement? Or was she simply being paid by the paragraph?