I'm Constance Grady. I write for Vox about culture and gender and today I'm sitting

in for Sean Elling.

We've known that a lot of our cultures, most beloved artists, have done some pretty messed

up things for a long, long time. The Koso was terrible to women, having maybe his wife,

Roman Polanski raped a child. For a long, long time, most people have kind of let it slide.

They watch Chinatown. They likely them was El Damanuel. The backstory doesn't bother them

too much.

But almost six years ago, in October of 2017, two weird things happened. The first weird

thing is that a whole bunch more of our most beloved artists got accused of doing even

more messed up things. And the second weird thing is that all of a sudden, almost out of

nowhere, people started to care about it. Louis C. K was accused of sexual harassment.

Netflix and HBO canceled their deals with him. Kevin Spacey was accused of sexual assault.

He got cut out of a movie he was in just a month before it was released.

Then people started to go back and look at the artists who since we already knew about.

Michael Jackson, Woody Allen, Bill Cosby. These were artists whose work audiences had loved

for decades. And audiences were starting to feel kind of weird about it. They were confused

by a big question. One we're still grappling with. What do we do with the art we love when

the artists who made it did something terrible?

I'm Hanson's Grady and this is the Great Area.

My guest today is Claire Deeterer. Claire's an essayist and author who's written for the New

York Times, The Atlantic and the Paris Review. She's here today with me to talk about her new

book out now. It's titled Monsters, A Fence de Lemme. Between you and me, there has been

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