Posted on Friday 27 February 2009
The article is titled, Why Can’t Mothers Be Intellectuals? and I am left to wonder if ‘Mothers’ is an merely adjective to a word that doesn’t make the mainstream that much. The article is about Susan Sontag.
Later, upon her return to America, she reclaims custody of her son. In a lucid entry she writes while at the park with him, she describes feeling like her son’s childhood is a “sentence,” much like her marriage, writing, “I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it.” She then wonders if she should give David up; he is almost 10. Bracketing these sad lines are the fruits of her ambition — notes for lectures, foundations of the theories that would later define her as one of the great American intellectuals, reminders to bathe more frequently, and another interminable affair with a woman who seems to hate her. She clings to the study of moral philosophy with the hope it will tell her what her feelings ought to be. “Why worry about analyzing the crude ore, I reason, if you know how to produce the refined metal directly?” she writes in early 1960. Self-invention, indeed.
Susan Sontag was yet another narcissistic twit. I guess that is all that is required to be a ‘great American intellectual’.
The people that write these things don’t ever seem to think about the fundamental relationship between rights and responsibilities. At what point did Sontag actually shoulder her responsibilities? She was in it for herself. When you have children, they come first. Everything else is secondary.