I first read a review of this book several months ago when
it was first published. The whole premise made me excited to get my hands on
it, but it was in such high demand that I didn’t manage to read it until
recently. In a nutshell, this is a book about monstrous men and what to do with
them. Or what to do with the art that they create.
Derderer is a memoirist and honestly it makes a lot of sense
for this work. It is deeply personal, she continually asks what “we” should do
or feel about these men, but then immediately corrects herself with “sorry I
mean I.” As in, what should I do about it? The book opens with her relationship
to Polanski’s work and movies, while still being disgusted by what he has done.
In her journey to figure out what to do, she decides to write a kind of
biography of the audience. How has the audience thought and reacted to these
people?
Each chapter talks about a different monster, from Michael
Jackson to Woody Allen. One of the most interesting parts is where she talks
about monstrous women. As it turns out, women get labelled monstrous for simply
abandoning their children. Men do all this and get away with it scot-free (men
are monsters for murder or rape or what have you). Throughout all of this,
Derderer is talking about her reactions to their art and to finding out about what
they have done, and how that creates conflict within her. She talks about how
art is how one biography (the artist) meet another biography (the audience) and
it is continually defined by this subjective experience.
The ending is deeply moving. I didn’t think that the book
would come to any conclusion, but Derderer does manage to wrap it up incredibly
well. She talks about her alcoholism, and her realization that she is also, a
monster. She is flawed. If she can get a redemption arc through recovery, should
we allow for others to redeem themselves as well? The book finally wraps up
with her talking to a friend who had a monstrous stepfather. The problem is, he
loved him anyways. And that’s the real issue here, we find this art that
impacts us deeply, but the person who made it is flawed, and despite that we
love it anyways. There is no solution, there is no way to be a correct consumer
of art. You can know the biography and chuck it or not, because this is all
subjective and in the end comes down to how you respond to loving these people
anyways.
This was so well done, I have been talking about it to many
friends as I try to parse through the book. Because these monstrous men are
everywhere, you cannot be an art fan without hitting at least five of them. And
we so rarely see monstrous women talked about either, mostly because women
rarely become celebrated artists. It’s a very nuanced discussion that gives
space for the reader to dissect their own experiences by anchoring itself in
Derderer’s.
I also really appreciated the focus of the work being on the
audience. Yes she discusses the lives of these artists but the bulk of it is
about what has been written by people about the artists or how she feels about
them. As she mentions, that is the issue with cancel culture (if there is a
“cancel culture”) is that it puts the focus on these monsters instead of on the
people impacted by them. And she mentions that this puts the burden on the
consumer to fix the system by not consuming their art or tossing it or
whatever, but that doesn’t work either. That won’t eventually fix things or
make it go away it just puts the burden in the wrong area.
And in the end, the issue is within ourselves and how we can
still love this art and these artists. And there’s nothing wrong with that
(unless you’re going around virtue signaling and making others feel bad about
it, but that’s my addition here). Derderer’s gone through this whole journey
and it comes down to the same place that it was in the beginning: it’s
subjective and totally within you. Which ends up not being disappointing
because you’ve gone through all of this work and considered all of these
different angles and now you can finally feel settled with this conclusion.
Anyways, if you think about art I would highly recommend this book, it is so
informative and well done, I think I will be digesting it for many years to
come.