What Do Women Want?

Cathy Young reviews 'What Do Women Want?' by Erica Jong.

By Cathy Young
October 6, 1998 11:00PM (UTC)
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Anyone who picks up Erica Jong's new book expecting a feminist manifesto or
a treatise on the female condition will be disappointed. The latest from
the author of "Fear of Flying" is a slim collection of essays on topics
ranging from Viagra to Venice; often they're only tenuously related to
women or feminism.

As it happens, Jong is often at her least interesting when she's wearing
her feminist hat. The essay "Curst Lady: The Vicissitudes of Being Hillary
Rodham Clinton" (that title is the most inventive thing about it) rehashes
the clichi that any criticism of the first lady must be rooted in hatred of
strong women. The other feminist critique of Hillary Clinton -- that she's
a pseudo-independent woman who got her power the old-fashioned way, by
marriage -- is ignored. Just as predictable are Jong's reflections on the
much-exaggerated vilification of Dr. Deborah Eappen, the mother of the dead
baby in the trial of British au pair Louise Woodward.


Jong deplores the "angry agitprop" of radical feminists, but she shares
their hyperbolic rhetoric about "America's secret war on women." And she
can often be as intolerant as any Andrea Dworkin acolyte: Women who won't
genuflect before the self-revelatory writings of Anaos Nin, for example,
are dismissed as "afraid of freedom." "What Do Women Want?" has its own
share of self-revelatory prose -- about Jong's relationship with her mother
and her daughter, about getting a face lift and the accompanying guilt,
about the search for "the perfect man" and, of course, about sex.
Curiously, this sexual revolutionary ultimately comes across as something
of a romantic, musing that sex needs "mystery" to be truly exciting; making
it "too literal, too available," as sex videos do, snuffs out eros.

The most interesting pieces in this collection have to do with art and
literature. Jong is refreshingly old-fashioned about the need for poetry
and prose in our lives. "This passion to create defines our humanity," she
writes. "Words are our antidote to mortality." She offers keen insights,
too, on childbearing and artistic creativity, challenging the banal
equation of the two ("Creativity demands conscious, active will; pregnancy
demands only the absence of ill will") and the belief that women must
choose one or the other. The essay on "Lolita" goes beyond the issues of
art, sex and morality and explores the theme of the losing fight against
time. My only quibble is with Jong's praise for Adrian Lyne's mediocre

A more serious problem is that, in her worthy zeal to defend the right of art to be bawdy, Jong gets carried away and suggests that it must be so. She opens her tribute to Henry Miller with the pronouncement, "All of us, if we are honest, know that art is a fart in the face of God." Where does that leave, say, Rafael or Keats? Jong is not a profound thinker; often, she is a muddled one. But even when you disagree with her, she's hard to dislike. One senses her genuine affection for culture, for language, for sex, for people. And sometimes, that's enough of a cause for gratitude.

Cathy Young

Cathy Young is the author of "Ceasefire! Why Women and Men Must Join Forces to Achieve True Equality."

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