I’ve seen people talk about actors and artists that had a terrible time.
My own would be Anne Rice. She wrote Interview with the Vampire after her young daughter died of Leukemia. Then her husband suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage. I suspect her Christian, anti-fanfic phase was a result of mental illness and manipulation from the publishers, although I don’t think she ever apologized.
Me too, but I’d still prefer not to have my money go to people actively spreading bigotry where possible, especially when those people believe it means you support them. Like, it’s one thing when the author is dead, or even when they’re only partly involved in creating a given work of art, but I’m done with Rowling and her work unless and until she either dies or comes around on her views. Not to mention that separating the art from the artist only goes up to a point. I was a big fan of David and Leigh Eddings’ books in my teenage years but when I found out how abusive they were to their foster children, I just could not separate that. No way. I have kids. The Eddings were put in jail for child abuse in the fucking 1970s when it was normal to beat your kids with a belt. I cannot separate that. Same as how I don’t want to read anything by Marion Zimmer Bradley.