Unqueering the Essay, Part IV

         Do we just want those we love to be on our teams? I’m aware of how much of this work––not just mine, but Castle’s and maybe Sontag’s too––seems to collapse into a Carrie Bradshaw strapline, a telegram to Miss Lonelyhearts. If Castle’s gossipy tribute to her erstwhile unrequited succeeds in making Sontag into more than she might have been, it wo…

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