by William Skink
What do we do with the art of monstrous men? That is the question Claire Dederer tries to get at with this piece in the Paris Review. Whether you are selfish enough to call yourself an artist, or you are not, it’s worth a read.
Dederer is getting a lot of flak for comparing her admittedly minuscule acts of monstrousness to the acts of Woody Allen and alleged pedophiles like Kevin Spacey. If you read her piece she makes it perfectly clear there is no comparison, and I think engages honestly and thoughtfully about how selfish we sometimes have to be to get work done.
With the idea of getting work done I may try something a little different. I haven’t decided yet.