I personally do not really care how horrible (or great) of a person an artist is outside of his or her works.

My favorite novel will still be Among Others even if I find out Jo Walton executes kittens with lawn mowers in the afternoon, and then skeet-machetes babies in the evening.

At the same time, I can understand why some people might care as it relates to works produced.

I think art of any type supersedes any one person – even the person who produces it — and when we start examining personal lives, everyone comes up short.

That’s why it’s dangerous to blacklist art for personal reasons in my view, though I can understand different ways of looking at it.