Ian Buruma, editor of The New York Review of Books, is the author of Year Zero: A History of 1945.
Chuck Close is an American artist, famous for painting large portraits. Severely paralyzed, Mr. Close is confined to a wheelchair. Former models have accused him of asking them to take their clothes off and of using sexual language that made them feel harassed. This behaviour prompted the National Gallery in Washington to cancel a planned show of Mr. Close's work. And Seattle University has removed a self-portrait by the artist from a university building.
If we were to remove all the art from museums or galleries because we disapproved of the artists' behaviour, great collections would soon be severely depleted. Rembrandt cruelly mistreated his mistress, Picasso was beastly to his wives, Caravaggio lusted after young boys and was a murderer, and so on.
And what about literature? Céline was a vicious anti-Semite. William S. Burroughs shot his wife in a drunken haze and Norman Mailer stabbed one of his. And movie directors? Forget sexually inappropriate language: Erich von Stroheim shot mass orgies for his own pleasure. Charlie Chaplin liked very young girls. And then there is Woody Allen, accused of but never charged with molesting his seven-year-old adopted daughter.
The New York Times movie critic A.O. Scott wrote an interesting article about this. He grew up idolizing Mr. Allen. To a bookish young man, Mr. Allen, the anxious intellectual who still gets the girl, was a kind of role model. But now that we know the accusations against the comedian and movie director, we are forced, in Mr. Scott's view, to reappraise the work in that light. There may be something sinister and immoral in the films that we should take into account.
In other words, bad behaviour, or even alleged bad behaviour, can taint an artistic work, because the artist cannot be separated from his art. This is at least a more interesting proposition than the notion that art should be disqualified just because we don't like the way the artist behaved in private. But is it right?
Oscar Wilde famously said that there is no such thing as an immoral book, just well or badly written ones. This is open to challenge. There is a moral component to most forms of human expression, including art.
Moral depravity can make for bad art. This may be one reason why there are so few examples of good Nazi art. Racial hatred was morally reprehensible in a way that Communist idealism, for example, was not. Sergei Eisenstein made Communist propaganda films, but these are also great works of art. Leni Riefenstahl's Nazi propaganda films are technically astonishing but otherwise repellent.
It is also true that art can transcend the private behaviour of the artist. A writer, filmmaker or painter who behaves badly toward wives or lovers can produce art that is deeply sympathetic to women. By the same token, perfectly behaved people can break all kinds of social taboos in their art. To judge the moral component of artistic expression, then, we must look not at the person who made it but at the work itself.
Last year, an online petition with 8,000 signatures asked the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York to remove a famous painting by Balthus showing an adolescent girl sitting on a chair with a patch of her underwear showing. To see this as a form of child pornography or "the objectification of children," as the signatories did, seems highly dubious. Balthus was moved by the dreaminess of girls on the cusp of adulthood. But even if Balthus, in his private life, was attracted to young women, there is nothing in the painting that suggests moral depravity or abuse.
The same can be said about Mr. Allen's movies, whatever the truth may be about his alleged misdeeds. It is no secret that Mr. Allen finds young women attractive; his current wife was not yet 20 when he started an affair with her. She was also the adopted daughter of his partner at the time. One of his best known and most successful films, Manhattan, released in 1979, when he was in his 40s, featured a relationship between a middle-aged man (Mr. Allen) and a young girl, played by Mariel Hemingway, who was 16 at the time of filming.
These relationships were unconventional. Some might find them creepy. But this is not the same as molesting a child.
Again, morality is not irrelevant. It is hard to imagine admiring art that espouses child abuse, racial hatred or torture. But just as we should not condemn a work of art because of the artist's private behaviour, we should also be careful about applying norms of social respectability to artistic expression. Some art is meant to provoke, transgress and push boundaries. People can do things in works of imagination that they would never do in life.
That is the way it should be. If we limited artistic expression to subjects that are commonly regarded as socially respectable, we would soon be left with moralistic kitsch, just the kind of thing rulers of authoritarian states like to promote in public – while doing things that are far worse than most artists would like to imagine.
Copyright: Project Syndicate, 2018.
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