Sontag argues that the modern habit of interpreting art has become oppressive, that we need an erotics of art, not a hermeneutics. The title essay, published in 1964, announced a new critical voice: learned, aggressive, European in orientation, unapologetically aesthetic. The collection includes essays on science fiction, camp, Godard, Camus, and much else. Sontag was thirty-three, beautiful, formidable, and she changed what American criticism could sound like. The prose is dense and declarative. Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art: the line still provokes. She wanted us to see more, to feel more. The argument continues.