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<text id=94TT1744>
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Dec. 12, 1994: Books:Hurricane Camille Blows Again
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Dec. 12, 1994 To the Dogs
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
THE ARTS & MEDIA/BOOKS, Page 90
Hurricane Camille Blows Again
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<body>
<p> Camille Paglia's latest collection is a scrapbook--a book
of her scraps with those stodgy old feminists--and one blistering
read
</p>
<p>By Richard Corliss
</p>
<p> Academics ought to have a longer shelf life than pop stars.
So maybe Madonna wasn't such a swell role model for Camille
Paglia, a humanities professor at Philadelphia's University
of the Arts. Sexual Personae, a rambunctious survey of gender
identities published in 1990, made Paglia into feminism's Material
Girl. In a whiny time that sanctified women as victims, she
celebrated woman's erotic and emotional majesty. Just like that,
she was the hot intellectual starlet of the '90s.
</p>
<p> Alas, she loved notoriety even more than it loved her. The huffy
reception being given Vamps & Tramps (Vintage; 532 pages; $15),
her paperback volume of new and recent essays, journalism, TV
interviews and effluvia, suggests that Paglia is in her 16th
minute of fame--like Madonna at her current ebb with an exasperated
public. This is a shame, since it discounts Paglia's rangy,
roguish intelligence and genius for mischiefmaking.
</p>
<p> Vamps & Tramps is an apt title, and not just because, as the
author writes, it "evokes the missing sexual personae of contemporary
feminism"--the drag queens and prostitutes who are the stars
of her cosmology. The title also summarizes Paglia's method.
Toss her a pop-cultural subject (Amy Fisher, Lorena Bobbitt),
and she'll vamp on it, often brilliantly. Invoke her prim sisters
in "the feminist establishment" (Anita Hill, Catharine MacKinnon),
and she'll tramp on them with the Cuban heels of her rhetoric.
Into any fray she bursts, a media Medusa, a Valkyrie for hire,
Penthesilea fighting for Amazon rights. Is she fair? Nah--fair is for wimps. But she is always entertaining, offering
vigorous ideas for the open mind to entertain.
</p>
<p> Paglia sees a sexual wasteland populated by Sandra Dee girl-women
who cry wolf at the first wolf whistle, and clueless men emasculated
by feminism's stern dictates. The longest new essay, "No Law
in the Arena," is a panorama of hot-button topics: rape, harassment,
pornography, abortion. What makes Paglia infuriating and invaluable
is her willingness to find, in these victimological issues,
shades of male anxiety and female responsibility. There are
also quieter pieces, notably a loving memoir of four homosexual
friends who helped shape her sensibility. But it's silly to
ask this brainy pipshriek to calm down; shouting is her form
of conversation.
</p>
<p> The question for Paglia now is where she should go from here.
Print can hardly contain her, though she'd be fun as Anna Quindlen's
successor on the New York Times op-ed page. TV typecasts her
as a furious motormouth, though she could make the cool medium
hot again as a talk-show host. Perhaps an answer can be found
on the cover of Vamps & Tramps; there is Paglia, in her Pussy
Galore regalia, striking a doo-wop pose. So maybe it's time
for her to hit Broadway and take over the Rizzo role in Grease.
Wherever Paglia goes, she will make sure she's the leader of
the pack.
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