By the time Paglia is done ravishing us with her visionary Egyptology and impudent synoptic judgements on the failures of feminism to give us an authentic sexual politics, the reader feels primed and whetted. Mistress Camille begins to flounder beneath the weight of her gushing, declamatory syntax, pounding and thrashing us with repetition and overemphasis, the voice of an S/M dominatrix sliding mushily into self-parody. As John Updike soberly put it, "It feels less a survey than a curiously ornate harangue. Paglia throws around the word "chthonic" like Heidegger pimping "Dasein." When fiery intellectual hubris finds its phantom gemini in the anguished erotic gravity of high art and literature, the book simply rocks. Paglia's energy and brilliance open up fresh horizons of speculation, at times verging on the ridiculous but always delivered in a high operatic style.
Camille hits her stride with this work of "guerrilla scholarship", as she examines human history through the ages, and reaffirms the old addage that the more things change, the more things stay the same.
This book will change the way you look at Western art and sexuality. If you love critical theory, art criticism, or you just like to read about sex, this book is for you! I have been up very late many an night reading it!