Mostel was fortunate to live and work in an era where one's backstage shenanigans were not publicised. Much like JFK, FDR, Mother Teresa, Dr. King and many other totems, I am glad to not have been made aware of their less-savoury personal quirks.
As to Miss LuPone, with every utterance she makes I find myself having to deal with a parallel entity that obscures the artist. Generationally I am from the era where not knowing things was blissful. I could just enjoy the gifts and gain great pleasure and comfort.
Most great artists are, I suspect, assholes. I am sure the solipsism and ego it takes to burn as incandescently as they do requires selfishness. I am sure there are some exceptions, but on the whole, I'd bet that if they didn't have the insane and appalling traits that now get them in trouble, they would be able to create great art. (Lin-Manuel Miranda may be an exception of note.)
I just wish their failings were not so ubiquitous and publicised. |
