Sontag calls Sartre’s Saint Genet “a cancer of a book, grotesquely verbose, …ghastly repetitiveness” and that’s exactly what she was aspired to. In fact she has achieved the style as early as in the celebrated Notes on Camp. Her recent death coincided my translating her Notes on Camp. To commemorate the departure of a free thinker, I posted my translation here:
Notes on Camp (Chinese)