Mea culpa, mea cupla, mea maxima culpa! ‘Twere my people who created the page titled “An American Bride in Kabul.” ‘Tis not a fake. It is now linked to my Author page and hopefully we will streamline how we present the interviews I will be doing as well as the appearances I will be making. The page was meant to function as a “timeline” of events. I also see that there is a lively discussion underway about whether morally flawed artists, even artist-criminals, should be read, watched, enjoyed, discussed. I have just weighed in myself. The dreamy young poet Rimbaud turned out to be a mean drunk and a slave trafficker; Dickens was as cruel as the grave to his long suffering wife Catherine; Tolstoy was not much better towards his wife. Shall we refuse to read a great novel because its creator was a morally or even criminally flawed human being? So many people are flawed and heartless criminals—but they do not create great works. No, I do not think that Woody Allen is at the level of Ingmar Bergman or Dickens or Tolstoy. As an artists, he is a shameless neurotic and narcissist, but he is also sometimes very funny. Allen is a master of the superficial bright surface, a hero to the middle-read, a home-town boy, a symbol for a certain kind of nostalgia.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 14:00:41 +0000
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