The Madness of Shulamith Firestone
IN August, 2012, the feminist revolutionary Shulamith Firestone, who had been psychotic off and on for many years, was found dead in her New York apartment at the age of 67. An autopsy was never done, but she probably died of starvation. It was the lonely end of a once brilliant career. Firestone’s famous 1970 book, The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution, envisioned a utopian world in which the biological family is replaced by “households” of free love and absolute individual autonomy. It is still considered a feminist classic. Raised an Orthodox Jew in a family of six children, Firestone had the characteristic father-hatred of atheistic, intellectual Jewish women. She hated the family — both the idea and the reality — with a burning passion, admired Marx and Engels and believed men were incapable of love.
In many ways, as this May article in The New Yorker by the feminist author Susan Faludi suggests, Firestone was prophetic. Her predictions of a depersonalized, androgynous society, a world in which children are sexualized and disconnected from their biological parents, have been at least partly realized. Ironically, Firestone, who never married or had children, encountered abysmal disappointment in her relations with other feminists, who turned out to be not such wonderful surrogate sisters. In the end, it was a biological relationship — her connection with her sister Laya — which provided her with the most sustaining comfort in life. There is a heartbreaking moment in Faludi’s article in which Laya tries to make contact with her demented sister and walks by her apartment while talking to her on the phone. She asks her sister to look out the window, but she refuses. The suicide of Firestone’s brother, Daniel, helped push her into madness, Laya said. Firestone believed all abiding love was a form of madness so it is not surprising she went insane.
I highly recommend Faludi’s piece, as disturbing as it is. It’s the story of a feminine Nietzsche (without the literary brilliance), a woman searching for transcendence in a creed without transcendence. Firestone is always referred to as a “radical feminist.” But the truth is she was just a feminist who articulated the radical implications of all feminism. Not everyone lives those radical implications, but nevertheless they are there. In that sense, Firestone was a truth teller. Even the most moderate of feminists contend that a male conspiracy against women has historically defined Western civilization. If this conspiracy existed and was so powerful that women were kept from fulfilling themselves then men are indeed incapable of love, in which case the dependence of women is just a form of slavery, as Firestone argued. Interestingly, Firestone’s feminism was energized by the rudeness and coarse behavior of male leftists in the 1960s, who didn’t have much respect for their promiscuous partners.







