What I call something, what I count as something, is a function of how I recount it, tell it.
—Stanley Cavell, The Claim of Reason
A man never begins by establishing himself as an individual of a certain sex: his being a man poses no problem.
—Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex1
Then what kind of problem does being a woman pose? The burden of this book is to show that in formulating this question and enacting answers to it, Simone de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex dramatizes the extent to which being a woman poses a philosophical problem—which is to say, a problem for and of philosophy. To say that it is a problem for philosophy is to propose that insofar as philosophy fails to take account of the being of woman it cannot lay claim to the universality for which, by its own lights, it must strive; it lacks the standards, one might say, by which to interpret its own use of the word “man” in the absence of an account of woman. To say that it is a problem of philosophy is to propose that insofar as one fails to explore the bearing of philosophy on the being of woman, one will not be able to give an adequate account of what kind of a problem being a woman poses and, therefore, may close off certain possibilities for addressing this problem. A central achievement of The Second Sex, I want to show, is in the ways it forges connections between the idea of being a woman and the idea of philosophy, ways that bind the overcoming of the problem of being a woman with the overcoming of a certain conception of the philosophical. The ambition of this book is to specify these modes of affiliation.
While more and more careful readers of The Second Sex are coming to accept the idea that it can bear up under and indeed rewards serious philosophical scrutiny, there is little evidence that the average reader attributes the unmatched power it has had to change the terms in which people view women’s place, or places, in the world as a fundamentally philosophical one. In the last sentence of the introduction Beauvoir claims that her goal is to “describe the world in which woman must live” (TSS xxxv; my emphasis); and, indeed, the book manifestly concerns itself in the main with facts of history, both ancient and contemporary, so that it can appear to constitute more of a sociology of sex difference than a philosophy of it. Moreover, to the extent that Beauvoir sets out to attribute all but the most brute biological distinctions between men and women to the vicissitudes of culture, The Second Sex might be seen as repudiating even the possibility of a genuine philosophy of sex difference. But this can only be the case if we imagine that we already know what culture is, as well as what it means to be a product of culture. That we are misguided in our self-satisfaction with regard to this knowing is, I aim to show, one of the great themes of The Second Sex. By recounting the history of what she calls “civilization,” Beauvoir reveals a certain ignorance of ours not only of it and its conditions but also, since these are the conditions under which humans have been sexed beings, of ourselves. In this respect The Second Sex can be seen to bear an affinity to Rousseau’s Discourse on the Origin of Inequality, which also resorts to a “history” of human culture as a means of, among other things, preparing us for thinking about inequalities among human beings.2 The recounting of each fact in The Second Sex is, I want to claim, an instance of thinking in service of this preparation.
In using the word “recounting” here I have in mind Stanley Cavell’s observation, quoted in the epigraph to this introduction, that “what I call something, what I count as something, is a function of how I recount it, tell it.”3 Here Cavell is of course counting, if you will, on the multivocality of the word “recount.” He’s noticing that to tell a story about anything—about a table or a word or a feeling or sex difference—is implicitly to make a claim, or a set of claims, about what that thing is, about what, in other words, is to count as such a thing. Making these claims manifest, discerning from the story what the teller counts as what, is work that recounting by its nature appeals to its audience to perform. Of course, neither the claims nor the interpretation are bound to be philosophical. That they are—or, in the case of interpretation, can be—with respect to The Second Sex has to do with the way Beauvoir inherits the tradition of modern philosophy in her recounting of woman.
I mean this to be a very specific claim, one that cannot be spelled out apart from a close look at what Beauvoir is doing in The Second Sex. But even before I undertake that work I can be explicit about what the claim is not meant to be saying. I am not proposing, in particular, that what makes The Second Sex (or any other piece of writing) fundamentally a work of philosophy is that it merely avails itself of previous philosophers’ ideas, “using” or “applying” them. If so doing were in and of itself a mark of philosophical originality or significance, then there would be no question, or no important question, regarding the status of Beauvoir’s achievement, given her repeated and explicit use throughout The Second Sex of key concepts from the writings of, for example, Hegel or, even more obviously, Jean-Paul Sartre, her lifelong companion. I do not wish to claim, to hone the point more finely, that because it can be argued that what’s at the heart of Beauvoir’s recounting of woman is indebted in certain critical respects to the thought of, for instance, Marx or Freud or Husserl or Heidegger or Merleau-Ponty or Descartes, it follows that her achievements are fundamentally or importantly philosophical ones. Rather, my claim is that discovering the philosophical import or lack thereof of a piece of writing itself requires an act of philosophical appropriation, one grounded in the reader’s own investments and concerns. The aim of this book is to attempt such an appropriation of The Second Sex.
In the past several years there has been a heartening renaissance of philosophical interest in Beauvoir, a flowering that has produced extremely useful work tracing sometimes surprising lines of affinity between her writing and that of her philosophical forebears and contemporaries.4 Understandably enough, given the decades-old treatment of Beauvoir as, philosophically speaking, nothing more than her partner’s mouthpiece, it is the concern of most revisionist considerations of her writing to bring her out from under Sartre’s shadow. Such comparisons are not without their interest; indeed, I myself will propose several and dwell on them at some length. But I think that in Beauvoir’s case they are of limited interest. The problem is that studies that ground themselves in comparison proceed as if the occasion of Beauvoir’s writing about women were incidental to the working out of some long-standing set of philosophical preoccupations she inherits from some other thinker or set of thinkers.5 The view I lay out in this book is that if there is something philosophically significant about The Second Sex it’s not going to be the mere fact that Beauvoir uses or even contests other philosophers’ work in it; it’s going to be that this book, a book so influential that it is not an exaggeration to credit it with inciting a worldwide interest in rethinking the question of what counts as a woman—or, better, what a woman is to count as—is a book of philosophy. That it is not generally recognized as such is not, I think, because readers have failed to see that it is filled with philosophical moments, many of which can be shown to use or contest other philosophers’ ideas. Rather, I claim that the reason the philosophical achievements of The Second Sex are under-recognized, to put it mildly, has to do with the development by Beauvoir of a distinct and important way of appropriating the philosophical tradition, a method of appropriation that by its very nature is recognizable, inheritable, only through its being philosophically reappropriated. I argue in what follows that Beauvoir was able to develop this model only in the context of thinking about women—and of course specifically about being a woman herself. I further argue that the productivity of this thinking, the massive real-life power of The Second Sex as a piece of writing, is itself a product of Beauvoir’s bringing philosophy to bear on her investigation. The guiding task of this project is thus to explore how Beauvoir’s interest in investigating the condition of women both depends on and enables her interest in having a philosophical say.
Still, in assessing The Second Sex as a work of philosophy one cannot ignore the fact of the book’s evident political commitments. And insofar as a goal of the writing is to ameliorate the condition of a particular group of human beings, namely, of course, in this case, women, then one might want to see it as abrogating any serious philosophical pretensions from the start. As I observe in chapter 1, the very phrase “feminist philosophy” can sound like a contradiction in terms. But I go on to argue in that chapter that the feminism of The Second Sex cannot be understood as its starting point; rather, the book’s feminist effects (where here I use “feminist” loosely to refer to whatever promotes the amelioration of the condition of women or sees itself to take an interest from the first in the interests of women) are the product of an inquiry that roots itself in philosophy. Consider as a start on some evidence the first few lines of the introduction to volume 1, lines that in chapter 2 I compare with the opening of Descartes’s Meditations:
I have hesitated for a long time to write a book on woman. The subject is irritating, above all for women; and it is not new. The querelle du féminisme has caused enough ink to be spilled. At present it is almost over: let’s not talk about it any longer. Yet one does speak about it still. And it doesn’t seem that the voluminous foolishness spouted during the last century has shed much light on the problem. Besides, is there a problem? And what is it? Are there even women? Certainly, the theory of the eternal feminine still counts some adherents; they murmur, “Even in Russia, they [elles] still truly remain women”; but other well-informed people—and sometimes the same ones—sigh, “Woman is losing herself, woman is lost.” We don’t know any longer whether women still exist, if they will always exist, if it’s necessary or not to wish for their existence, what place they occupy in this world, what place they should occupy there. “Where are women?” asked an intermittent magazine recently. But first of all: what is a woman? (LDS 1:11, TM; see TSS xix)
Here, from the outset, Beauvoir claims that we don’t even know what women are, let alone whether they exist or whether or how their existence is problematic.6 If this is the case, then Beauvoir’s inquiry cannot begin with properly feminist aspirations—that is, with a desire to advocate on behalf of women. Instead, her work originates in what is posed as a philosophical question: What is a woman? And it is at least conceivable that her response to this question will not count as feminist.
But why exactly do I take it that Beauvoir’s question is to count as philosophical? For starters, it seems patent that the thoughts that lead up to it make it impossible to take it as a straight question, a question that somehow reveals in itself or its context the shape of the answer for which it calls, as do questions such as “What is a table saw?” (asked by a customer at a woodworking store) or “Where is Brunei?” (asked by a child of a parent as they watch the nightly news) or “What causes tides?” (asked by a vacationer of a friend during a stroll on the beach). Beauvoir’s question arises in the context of her chronicling a certain perversion in conversations about women: people can’t seem to stop engaging in the querelle du féminisme, even though it irritates them and even though it has produced nothing but foolishness.7 The explanation for this unfortunate situation, Beauvoir suggests in the first paragraph of The Second Sex, has to do with confusion over what is meant by the word “woman” in these discussions, confusion so deep that one is tempted to question whether women really exist.
But this is a curious claim. For Beauvoir herself seems offhandedly to affirm the existence of women just a sentence or two before she explicitly questions it. “The subject is irritating, above all for women,” she writes. Notice that Beauvoir says “women” flat out where she could have said “people who identify themselves as women” or “people we call ‘women’” or even “females.” That she doesn’t employ a substitute must be seen as deliberate, given the concerns of these opening lines. I take her here to be drawing a distinction between our ordinary uses of the word “woman,” a word we use every day as unproblematically as we commonly use any other word, such as “table” or “chair” or “man,” and our use of the word in discussions about women, that is, about women as a type. When she says, “The subject is irritating, above all for women,” no question is likely to arise about what the word “woman” means (although, of course, one might wonder why Beauvoir claims that the subject is more irritating for women than for men). The trouble comes when we find ourselves making claims into which we import ideas about the essence of woman.
One can see here echoes of philosophical concerns about what happens when our words pass from ordinary to metaphysical use. Consider, for example, what Wittgenstein says at section 116 of Philosophical Investigations:
When philosophers use a word—“knowledge,” “being,” “object,” “I,” “proposition,” “name”—and try to grasp the essence of the thing, one must always ask oneself: is the word ever actually used in this way in the language-game which is its original home?—
What we do is to bring words back from their metaphysical to their everyday use.
Wittgenstein here seems primarily to be worried about the tendency of people who explicitly think of themselves as philosophers to bring undue metaphysical pressure to bear on language. But Beauvoir seems to be suggesting that the trespassing also occurs among nonphilosophers in discussions concerning what it means to be a woman. There is a sense, in other words, in which our metaphysical pronouncements about women naturally arise from within ordinary contexts. We ordinarily are not tempted, in our discussions of chairs and tables, to worry about their essence. But this is because we are essentially comfortable with the role that tables and chairs play in our lives; we do not worry that sitting on a table or laying out a hand of solitaire on the seat of a chair constitutes a violation of our understanding of what a table or a chair is. But this is not the case when it comes to our discussions of women. In very ordinary situations we find ourselves suddenly waxing metaphysical, as when, for instance, we begin by discussing the question of the role of women in the military and end up claiming that “women are fundamentally no different from men.” We seem to be confronted by a dilemma: if we find that what we naturally identify as women are treated in systematically troubling ways, then we will want to talk about what to do about this situation; yet these discussions will easily slide into metaphysical excursus that produces “voluminous foolishness.”
By using the words “easily slide” here, I am sidestepping a problem that I bring into a greater degree of focus in chapters 1 and especially 2, namely, how to identify the particular features of the dissatisfaction that underlies the move from the ordinary to the metaphysical in certain conversations about “woman.”8 In these early chapters I investigate the idea that this dissatisfaction is particular—that is, that it has certain features that are different from the features of the sort of dissatisfaction that leads a professional philosopher to the point at which it seems that our ordinary objects are not “real” or are otherwise beyond our full grasp. It may also be different from the sort of dissatisfaction that underlies the push to the metaphysical in discussions that do not take place in “officially” philosophical contexts, such as everyday conversations about ethics or works of art. One might say that I am interested in an anatomy of the species of skepticism that arises in discussions about “women.” In chapter 2, I compare this skepticism with the philosophical skepticism so vividly developed in the founding document of modern philosophy, namely, of course, Descartes’s Meditations. I argue that Cartesian skepticism goes hand-in-hand with Descartes’s revolutionary relocation of the source of philosophical authority from institutions and texts to the individual human mind. And I suggest that Beauvoir capitalizes on her own sense of herself as a woman to effect a further transformation in what it means to be an individual human being, so that the skepticism of hers about the existence of “women” that goes hand-in-hand with this transformation can be seen as a revolutionary inheritance from and thus challenge to that of Descartes. This inheritance and challenge is emblematized for me in Beauvoir’s early posing of the question “What is a woman?” which I claim means to break into the tradition of philosophy at the moment, directly after his discovery of the cogito in the second meditation, that Descartes asks, “What is a man?”
One occasionally sees Descartes mentioned in revisionist discussions of Beauvoir. But ordinarily the mention occurs in a sort of historical reductio of influence that moves, for example, from Beauvoir to Sartre to his teacher Husserl to Descartes via Husserl’s Cartesian Meditations.9 This is to be expected, given that most philosophers who find themselves taking an interest in Beauvoir are steeped in the so-called continental tradition of philosophy and are therefore extremely knowledgeable—certainly, far more than I—about the development of various trajectories of thought within the history of modern philosophy. (Indeed, a continental philosopher is just as likely to have read Beauvoir’s Ethics of Ambiguity as The Second Sex [more likely, perhaps], whereas, having been trained in the Anglo-American “analytic” tradition, I can’t recall if I had heard of the Ethics before my burgeoning interest in The Second Sex led me to it.) It is no wonder that for such philosophers the task of criticism when it comes to The Second Sex is situating Beauvoir in relation to other philosophical figures—and, given the standing view of Beauvoir’s relationship with her lifelong companion, both philosophical and otherwise, particularly over and against Sartre. But what piqued my interest in Beauvoir, and what continues to pique it, is not where she fits in the progression of philosophy as a discipline but how the occasion of her writing about women, and specifically about herself as a woman, opened up new ways for her to appropriate the philosophical tradition. In Beauvoir’s writing, the emancipation of women, an emancipation that on her view can come to full flower only in the wake of a certain transformation in the human being, is linked with a certain transformation in the conventional understanding—both continental and analytic—about how to inherit the tradition of philosophy. On my reading of The Second Sex, this linking is most apparent in Beauvoir’s appropriations of Descartes and of Hegel, the latter taking place in the context of her appropriation of the work of Sartre; and it is in the spirit of illuminating this linking that my own attempts to situate Beauvoir with respect to these three other philosophers takes place.
I intend these transformations and linkages to be under scrutiny throughout this project. But the concept of appropriation, and of course particularly what I take to be Beauvoir’s concept, is explored most thoroughly in the case of her inheritance of certain stretches of Hegel’s thought, which is the subject of chapters 3 through 7. My basic claim is that Beauvoir’s thinking about sex difference is transformed by and in turn transforms the so-called master-slave dialectic in the Phenomenology of Spirit, enabling Beauvoir to produce powerful pictures both of the consequences of our various investments in sex difference and gender identity and of the possibilities for genuinely productive philosophical criticism.10 My strategy is to throw this achievement into relief by comparing Beauvoir’s appropriation of the master-slave dialectic in The Second Sex first with Sartre’s appropriation of it in Being and Nothingness and then with her own attempts to express her investment in it in her earlier philosophical works, including The Ethics of Ambiguity. In chapter 3, I offer a rendering of the dialectic with an eye toward providing a background against which to place Sartre’s and Beauvoir’s appropriations of it. In chapter 4, I argue that in Being and Nothingness we find an appropriation of the dialectic that is governed by the standard conception of what it is to take one’s place in the tradition of philosophy. On this conception, the business of philosophical criticism is to build new systems on the wreckage of old ones, starting with a threshing of the old elements into foundational truths and fatal errors. I argue that Sartre’s allegiance to this conception of philosophy forces him to overlook certain key elements in Hegel’s dialectic, elements that, even by Sartre’s own standards, he ought to have found himself interested in. And I set the stage for examining Beauvoir’s own method of philosophical appropriation, developed, I claim, in The Second Sex, in which the main goal is not to “get it right” but, rather, to understand the attractions and powers of philosophical abstraction as they bear on one’s everyday life.
In chapter 5, I look at two of Beauvoir’s early pieces of philosophical writing, one, Pyrrhus et Cinéas, rather obscure, and the other, The Ethics of Ambiguity, relatively well known. Both books are generally dismissed as second-rate attempts to defend Sartre against those critics of Being and Nothingness who accused existentialism of being a form of nihilism. Revisionist readers of Beauvoir are wont to observe that her defense of Sartre often takes the form of rather stark disagreement with him. While I do not contest these readings, my central purpose in looking at both books is to track Beauvoir’s pre-Second Sex efforts to articulate her own interest in Hegel’s master-slave dialectic. I argue that although we can see Beauvoir struggling in these works to express her sense of the potential fruitfulness of the dialectic, not to say of Sartre’s inheritance of it, she lacks the existential context at this stage in her history to appropriate it in the genuinely original and productive way that, I argue in chapters 6 and 7, one finds it taken up in The Second Sex. In these chapters, I attend very closely to this act of appropriation, showing exactly how Beauvoir’s aspirations to write about being a woman are inextricably intertwined with her discovery of what I argue is both her own philosophical voice and a model for doing philosophical work that lies waiting to be appropriated by both feminists and philosophers.
That no attention has been paid to this model is in part, of course, a consequence of the fact that Beauvoir has been all but neglected as a philosophical figure. I can’t imagine anyone doubting that part of the reason for this neglect is the simple fact of her having been a woman. (Can we name a woman philosopher whose work has been sufficiently acknowledged? Can we specify the significance of being a woman philosopher?—which is to ask, Do we know what it means to be a woman philosophizing? That we find resources in The Second Sex to begin thinking about these issues is, to my mind, only one of its great—neglected—achievements.) But my assessment of the importance of The Second Sex as a work of philosophy depends on the idea that the risk of (philosophical) neglect is internal to what Beauvoir is doing in this book. What I mean, exactly, by “internal” is under study in various ways throughout this project. Here, I merely desire to express my conviction that the philosophical neglect of this book is a phenomenon that anyone who wishes to take it as a serious work of philosophy is obliged to address.
The philosophical neglect of The Second Sex is related, I think, to another feature (or nonfeature, as the case may be) of the critical reception of Beauvoir by any number of feminists and other readers—namely its tone, which, despite universal acknowledgment of Beauvoir’s leading role in provoking the world to confront the scandal of systematic sexism, is very often one of heavy condescension, even among her most ardent admirers. Given my sense of the reasons behind the neglect, I suggest that the condescension is not simply gratuitous either, that it, too, calls out for investigation. But while the meaning of the concept of “neglect” is obvious enough, that of “condescension” is not. So rather than simply defer an investigation of the concept, I want here to spend some time specifying what I mean in invoking it.11 I begin simply by acknowledging the sheer difficulty of getting through The Second Sex. It is a long book—so long, in fact, that its American publisher, Alfred A. Knopf, insisted that the translator cut what turned out to be more than 10 percent of its original one-thousand-plus pages.12 But lots of books are long. What makes The Second Sex hard has to do particularly with both what Beauvoir has to write and how she writes it. Elizabeth Hardwick, in an early—and thoroughly mixed—review, had this to say about the experience of getting through what she called (in a virtuoso display of backhanded praise) “this madly sensible and brilliantly obscure tome on women”:
The more one sinks into this very long book, turning page after page, the more clearly it seems to lack a subject with reasonable limitations and concreteness, a subject on which offered illustrations may wear some air of finality and conviction. The theme of the work is that women are not simply “women,” but are, like men, in the fullest sense human beings. Yet one cannot easily write the history of people! This point may appear trivial; nevertheless, to take on this glorious and fantastic book is not like reading at all—from the first to the last sentence one has the sensation of playing some breathlessly exciting and finally exhausting game. You gasp and strain and remember; you point out and deny and agree, trying always to find some way of taking hold, of confining, defining, and understanding.13
Hardwick’s impression jibes with the fact that Beauvoir wrote The Second Sex extremely quickly, over a period of two-and-a-half years during which she also spent weeks and months on other work.14 And the book feels rough and ready, as if it flew off the pen of an author bursting with words.
But the fact that not every i and t are dotted and crossed cannot account for the disquieting frequency of gestures of condescension toward this book and its author. The ubiquity of this feature of the secondary literature is under study in the third chapter of Toril Moi’s Simone de Beauvoir.15 On Moi’s view, condescension to Beauvoir is a product of “patriarchal ideology” (92), which she sees as fundamentally hostile to the idea of the intellectual woman (and, a fortiori, the idea of a woman philosopher). With the aim not of doubting the quality of Beauvoir’s work but instead of “discredit[ing] Beauvoir as a speaker,” her critics “want to convey a picture of a childlike creature, unconscious of the effects of her own discourse” (52). Moi cites example after example to support the idea that Beauvoir has repeatedly been a victim of flat-out sexism.16 But I wonder whether there isn’t something more specific in Beauvoir’s writing that arouses the temptations to patronization to which her critics succumb. The following five common gestures of condescension toward Beauvoir strike me as responses to a particular writer and her work:
1. a conception of Beauvoir as the mother of modern feminism, a figure who founded a movement, the inaugural text of which consists mostly of insights that have been surpassed by others’ later acts of writing;
2. a view of The Second Sex as a book that is eye-opening but not radical (where often the complaint is that Beauvoir uses men as the standard against which women ought to be measured);
3. an identification of the philosophical dimension of The Second Sex as consisting in nothing other than warmed-over Sartrean existentialism;
4. a linking of what are taken to be the shortcomings of The Second Sex with biographical facts about Beauvoir, particularly her relationship with Sartre; and
5. an understanding of numerous features of Beauvoir’s book, sometimes her shortcomings and quite often her achievements, as products of the writing of which she is unconscious.
Luce Irigaray is perhaps the most famous commentator to offer a gushing homage to Beauvoir and follow it up with the suggestion that The Second Sex is fundamentally inadequate (thereby exemplifying gestures one and two above, those most frequently encountered, often in the introductory moves in feminist work that ultimately does not concern itself in any sustained way with Beauvoir’s writing). Here’s how Irigaray’s short essay “A Personal Note: Equal or Different?” begins:
What woman has not read The Second Sex? What woman hasn’t found it inspiring? Hasn’t as a result, perhaps, become a feminist? Simone de Beauvoir was indeed one of the first women in this century to remind us of the extent of women’s exploitation, and to encourage every woman who had the good fortune to come across her book to feel less isolated and more certain about not being oppressed or letting herself be taken in.17
But then a couple of pages later we find this:
To demand equality as women [as Irigaray apparently takes The Second Sex to aspire above all to do] is, it seems to me, a mistaken expression of a real objective. The demand to be equal presupposes a point of comparison. To whom or to what do women want to be equalized? To men? To a salary? To a public office? To what standard? Why not to themselves?
A rather more thorough analysis of the claims to equality shows that at the level of a superficial cultural critique, they are well founded, but that as a means of liberating women, they are utopian. (12)
And the essay ends with these lines:
To respect Simone de Beauvoir is to follow the theoretical and practical work for social justice that she carried out in her own way; it is to maintain the liberating horizons which she opened up for many women, and men … [ellipsis in original, though I am also deleting a sentence here]. It seems to me that her concern for and writings on this subject are a message not to be forgotten. (13–14)
Here we find a nice expression of what is quite a common take on Beauvoir, namely, that we all ought to be grateful to her given that “in her own way” she strove to achieve social justice and helped many of us become feminists, even though we can now see (thanks, I take it, to writers such as Irigaray) that she didn’t manage to express her real objectives properly and thus left us with a “message” that is in danger of being forgotten.
The third gesture of condescension, the assumption that the philosophical dimension of The Second Sex is derivable in some terribly uninteresting or self-deluded way from Sartre’s early philosophy, is invited by Beauvoir’s own repeated disavowals of her powers as a philosopher. In chapter 2, I suggest that what Beauvoir means to disavow is at least in part an identification with the conventional understanding of what it is to be a philosopher. But ordinarily her disavowals are taken either flatly or as an ironic sign of her failure to escape sexism in her own self-evaluation. The rejection of Beauvoir’s philosophical originality is particularly stark in the following remarks by feminist philosopher Andrea Nye:
In Beauvoir’s The second sex [sic], there is always palpably present in each chapter—whether on a woman’s sex life, her professional life, her religiosity, her household duties—the framing metaphysics of the human condition as laid out by Sartre. In her introduction, Beauvoir explicitly positioned herself not as a woman or as a feminist, but as an existentialist.18
As my discussion of these matters in chapters 3 through 7 confirms, Beauvoir’s debt to Sartre in The Second Sex is undeniable, meaning not only impossible to deny but also unimportant to deny, indeed important to acknowledge and to explore. But to claim as Nye does that Sartre’s existentialism is the “framing metaphysics” of the book is to rule out from the start the idea that anything Beauvoir has to say about women—about which existentialism has to say nothing, or at least nothing that anyone seriously interested in women could confirm—will be of philosophical import.19
The suggestion that it was her emotional attachment to Sartre that compelled Beauvoir to crib from his philosophy is all over the critical literature and constitutes what I am identifying as the fourth form of condescension to her work. The temptation to this gesture is acknowledged by the contemporary French philosopher Michèle Le Doeuff, and her work on Beauvoir is as thought-provoking as it is in part because in her attempt to allow herself the fantasy of giving in to this temptation she actually frees herself of it.20 Briefly, Le Doeuff’s idea is that in The Second Sex Beauvoir transforms existentialism “from the status of a system (necessarily returning back on itself) to that of a point of view oriented to a theoretical intent by being trained on a determinate and partial field of experience.”21 This transformation figures most starkly, on Le Doeuff’s view, in the paradoxical metamorphosis of what she sees as the moralism of Sartre’s existentialism in Being and Nothingness—the insistence on the idea that people are “free” in some deep and important sense regardless of the circumstances of their lives, an insistence epitomized in the concept of bad faith—into a powerful picture of oppression in The Second Sex.
The scrupulousness with which Le Doeuff both acknowledges and attempts to undo her temptation to dismiss parts of The Second Sex—her determination to account in as many words as it takes for her sustained interest in the book, despite her simultaneous reservations about it—evinces a stake in her writing about Beauvoir that confirms my own interest in the book as an object of philosophical study. Again, it seems to me not accidental that the subject of more than half of Le Doeuff’s book Hipparchia’s Choice, subtitled “An Essay Concerning Women, Philosophy, Etc.”—the joke is of course that there’s a series here, as though we know anything serial or systematic about the relationship between “women” and “philosophy”—is Beauvoir. But Le Doeuff is still convinced that Beauvoir’s attachment to Sartre comes at the cost of availing herself of a direct, unmediated relationship to philosophy. Here, Le Doeuff judges Beauvoir to have taken her place in a long line of women whose aspirations to philosophy have been inseparable from their libidinous devotion to particular male philosophers:22
The ethics underlying Beauvoir’s thought are not hard to identify since she says herself that her point of view is that of existentialist morality. The Second Sex is also a labour of love, and as a wedding gift she brings a singular confirmation of the validity of Sartrism: your thought makes possible an understanding of women’s condition, your philosophy sets me on the road to my emancipation—your truth will make me free.
Here we find a stereotype in philosophical liaisons. Since the days of Antiquity, women have been admitted into the field of philosophy chiefly when they took on the role of the loving admirer: we can call this the “Heloise complex” [after the lover of Peter Abelard]. (Hipparchia’s Choice 59–60)
Here again a critic sees Beauvoir’s commitments and perspectives as standing without need of interpretation, wishing to take at face value her (awfully few and far between) overt expressions of indebtedness to Sartre, largely on the basis of what is known about her extraphilosophical commitments. But suppose that Le Doeuff is exactly right about all this. Then the question of exactly what’s wrong with these commitments remains. One way of putting this question is this: Why, in Beauvoir’s hands, must we still see it as Sartre’s truth?
In criticizing the idea that Beauvoir’s achievements are somehow second-hand or otherwise not to be credited exclusively to her—the idea that she is unconscious of the force, infelicitous as well as happy, of her work—Toril Moi suggests that it is Beauvoir’s self-presentation as an intellectual woman that galls her readers. But that it may be something more specific—and general—about Beauvoir’s writing that gives the impression that she’s not fully or at least adequately on top of what she’s doing is evidenced by the fact that even Moi has been inclined on occasion, especially in her earlier work on Beauvoir, to indulge in gestures that resemble those she deplores. Consider the following two quotations from an early discussion by Moi of Beauvoir’s use of the concept of alienation in The Second Sex:
Beauvoir’s account of the girl’s alienation transforms and extends her own highly reified initial concept of alienation: rather unwittingly, I think, Beauvoir here manages to challenge the limitations of her original point of departure (“Ambiguity and Alienation” 107–108; my emphasis).
While there are strong biographical reasons [not specified further] for her misjudgment on this point, rhetorically speaking, the main source of Beauvoir’s idealization of the penis would seem to be metaphorical (ibid. 109; my emphasis).23
Here we see both a reluctance to assign Beauvoir full credit for a philosophical achievement as well as an appeal to what Moi calls “biographical reasons” in explanation of what is identified as a philosophical shortcoming. On my view, the temptation to both of these gestures has to do with Beauvoir’s self-presentation not as an intellectual woman in general but as a woman philosopher.24
I address the threat posed by Beauvoir’s philosophizing as a woman (whatever that turns out to mean) more fully in chapter 2, where I also relate the critical condescension I have been chronicling to the charge that her writerly voice in The Second Sex is off-puttingly arrogant. But I wish to plant the idea, early on, that this condescension constitutes at bottom an avoidance of something in Beauvoir’s work, a warding off, specifically, of the difficulty, both intellectual and, let us say, spiritual, of the project she is asking us to undertake in thinking seriously—thinking philosophically—about the question of what a woman is. To ask this question seriously, regardless of whether one is a man or a woman, turns out to be no less foundation-shaking than to ask the epistemological question that inaugurates Descartes’s Meditations. It seems preposterous that Beauvoir sets out to rebuild our sense of who we are by putting herself at the foundation of an answer to her question: what will ground the investigation is her declaration that there can be no better answer to it than “I am.” Surely this mundane response cannot be the basis of a genuine philosophical investigation, let alone a revolutionary work. But surely we will not want to decide this question until we have made sure that we have given this woman her say.