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Monsters: A Fan's Dilemma
by Claire Dederer
DID NOT FINISH: 28%
dnfing because I just can't anymore. Like this book is nothing more than the author constantly trying to find some way to justify wanting to watch movies by a man that raped a 13 year old.
I was actually really interested in this book when I first heard about it, but once I noticed that it was set up more like a memoir about the author's inner thoughts and contradictions (that should have been kept in the drafts if I’m bein real here) instead of a book talking about objective issues with supporting the work of men who act like monsters, like I lost interest real quick.
If there is one thing I vehemently disagree with, it is the concept of separating the art from the artist, specifically when said artist is still living and profiting off of that work, and I thought this book was going to be about how harmful that is. But instead the author just talks about how these people are problematic, but she personally enjoyed their work so they shouldn't have to feel guilty? Oh my god it made my eye twitch.
Not only did the author try to assuage their own guilt constantly, but they also did not express the full affect of what some of these popular figures did exactly and how heinous it is. I wish that this was just supposed to be an essay on a fan's dilemma with problematic figures and parasocial relationships that was just executed poorly, but instead I found it to be very harmful and only serves to desensitize audience members to bigotry found within media.
I was actually really interested in this book when I first heard about it, but once I noticed that it was set up more like a memoir about the author's inner thoughts and contradictions (that should have been kept in the drafts if I’m bein real here) instead of a book talking about objective issues with supporting the work of men who act like monsters, like I lost interest real quick.
If there is one thing I vehemently disagree with, it is the concept of separating the art from the artist, specifically when said artist is still living and profiting off of that work, and I thought this book was going to be about how harmful that is. But instead the author just talks about how these people are problematic, but she personally enjoyed their work so they shouldn't have to feel guilty? Oh my god it made my eye twitch.
Not only did the author try to assuage their own guilt constantly, but they also did not express the full affect of what some of these popular figures did exactly and how heinous it is. I wish that this was just supposed to be an essay on a fan's dilemma with problematic figures and parasocial relationships that was just executed poorly, but instead I found it to be very harmful and only serves to desensitize audience members to bigotry found within media.