A review by bonnieg
Notes on 'Camp' by Susan Sontag

2.0

Leave it to Sontag to destroy every scrap of fun and joy present in camp. In her hands camp is a withering husk lit by Tiffany lamps and patrolled by Staffordshire dogs. I know she is counted a genius, but as far as I can tell she is shallow pedantic and humorless and her observations range from tortured, to silly, to things that may be true but which I would rather not see and do not benefit from thankyouverymuch.