Why we shouldn’t cancel good art by bad boys
If Neil Gaiman’s life today were a scene in one of his own stories for children of all ages, the scandal darkening his shiny global stardom would be revealed as the handiwork of the dream-eaters. But those dastardly villains, whose diet consists of the eyeballs (not to speak of the hopes and dreams) of innocent people, are defeated in the end. Our hero — the creative genius — would triumph over the fantastical creatures, aided and advised throughout the nightmare by a female friend. She will have travelled the same path as the artist because she wants to be along for the ride. Besides, she feels entirely safe with him.
Originally published in The Times Of India