Those of us vulnerable to exquisitely-wrought prose know from uncomfortable experience that sometimes our opinion of a writer’s behavior or character or values (or subject matter – Lolita, anyone?) clashes with our admiration of his/her writing skill. It’s similar to the quandary that music lovers find themselves confronted with by Richard Wagner’s music vs. his political beliefs.
Maria Bustillos, at the New Yorker’s blog, has posted an essay on this maddening paradox of The Reading Life.
Found via The Millions