You must live in a box if you don’t know novelist J.G. Ballard died a little over a week ago. I never read anything by him and probably never will. This has nothing to do with his reputation as a writer, which from what I read is pretty good. It has a little bit to do with I don’t want to be that person who suddenly deems someone worthy of their time only after they have passed.
No, I won’t read J.G. Ballard because a woman I disdain liked Ballard. This woman, whom I affectionately call Bitchface, tainted the novelist with her endorsement. Now he is inextricably linked with her and therefore something I do not like.
It’s totally crazy, and I realize that. But somehow I cannot separate the art from the patron (so to speak). I keep trying to wrack my brain for other examples of this phenomena, where I’ve attached an unrelated person to a song/artist/author in a negative way. I can’t seem to think of any right now that aren’t romantic in nature (e.g. The Outlaw and that silly Paulo Cohelo parable/allegory/whatnot about following your dreams that I can never remember the name of).
So I’m wondering if my disdain for Bitchface is wholly unique in it’s tainting ability, or is this something all people do?