Outstanding book

Claire Dederer has written an eloquent, thought provoking, critical and educational book about a topic that is difficult to approach. It would have been easy to describe the monsters and insist that’s the only category they fit in. Instead, Dederer digs deeper and shows the reader that the monsters can be more human than what we like to admit. At no point does Dederer excuse the monsters and their behaviour but she focuses on the fact that the current patriarchal systems protect them and that it’s hard to take them down easily. In addition, Dederer makes a case for being able to do both - love the art (movie, book, painting) but hate the monster behind it. To finish her book, Dederer examines whether she (and we as a collective) are monsters and the attempted answers are uncomfortable but presented in a way that allows the reader to reflect safely and with encouragement.

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Fascinating book

I was drawn to this book because it seemed to be addressing the exact question I was asking: can we reconcile monstrous creators and their glorious art? This book does more than ponder this question, though. Part memoir, social commentary, literary critique, it shows that the problem is bigger than a simple question.
I’m grateful for this book and for Dededer’s brain. What a brilliant read.

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Important ideas to grapple with

I think I need to actually read this book. It listened like a podcast and I enjoyed listening to the author narrate but there are so many thoughtful points that become lost in the thick of it. A fairly short book under 10 hours of listening.
My feeling is the ongoing importance of education for the young so they can be empowered to make good decisions when they come up against a dark situation. We need more books like this and more teachers. Michelle Obama is one such person.

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Ultimately, subjective!

The audiobook was fabulously read - I enjoyed the memoir aspects of the author’s background and learned about some new people through this book! I appreciated the acknowledgement of privilege and the existential idea of humans making meaning - in the sense, what it means to be a mother and/or artist. Ultimately, continuing to follow or support, read or listen to a ‘monster’ is totally subjective - we find and make meaning of the strangest things as humans…

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Locating the monster

I enjoyed this audiobook a lot. While I’ve read reviews that have gripes about the memoir elements, I found that those are the bits in which the author most successfully grapples with the ethical dilemmas the book explores in a way that returns again and again to undoing the universalising and innocenting “we” and interrogating her own attempts to distance herself from the problem at hand and her own tendencies to monstrosity. The final chapter was the clearest enunciation of the problem of the “monster” not as a problem for the individual “consumer” of art to solve, as late capitalism would have it, but rather symptomatic of a society of systematic oppressions that venerates powerful individuals (men, and especially white men, as well as bourgeois white women) at the expense and expendability of all others. The author definitely has long detours into liberal individualist thinking (that she somewhat self-critiques for) and some frustratingly white feminist desires for the freedoms of the (white) male artist (that would also be at the expense of others, and in particular she is concerned with how that might be at the expense of her own children) without instead pausing to wonder whether this model itself is symptomatic of a bigger problem, that is more to do with whiteness and upper-middle-class ideologies of artmaking than actually what making art (including great art) might “require”. So for me that last chapter was somewhat redemptive, and I enjoyed the honesty of her own journey.

A few extra gripes of my own include the lack of insight into the monstrosities of colonialism even when talking about the individualist superiority fantasies of white women from *Rhodesia* (I’m not sure the word Zimbabwe is even mentioned). And, naturally — also in true white feminist style — the possibility of those of us outside the gender binary even existing seems foreign to this text. I guess in part these represent further questions on what constitutes a “monster” (genocide, apartheid, white supremacy, cisheterosexist erasure) but those are also far more systematic monstrosities for which individuals are not so readily deemed culpable.

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