Susan Sontag was our icon of the questing mind. FOR more than 40 years she made it seem both morally essential and utterly sexy to know everything--to have read every book worth reading, seen every movie worth seeing. It didn't hurt that she also possessed a dark, slightly exotic beauty, the kind that could make her seem like the star of her own foreign film. You only had to look at that thunderbolt of silver in her abundant black hair. What was it if not the outward sign of a mind illuminated by its own lightning?
By the time of her...
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