Name: The muse.
Appearance: Let’s start with “complicated”.
Before we start, can I tell you something strange that happened to me recently? No, you can’t! Please don’t.
Why? Because I guarantee that someone, somewhere, will rip it off and pass it off as their own.
But it’s a good story. Stop it! Didn’t you read Who Is the Bad Art Friend? yesterday?
Bad What Friend? It’s the title of a punishingly long article in the New York Times that has set the world alight. It’s hard to sum up succinctly, but the story of Who Is the Bad Art Friend? is basically this: a woman donated her kidney to a stranger, and then a second woman wrote a story about donating a kidney to a stranger.
Right. And it all kicked off. Nobody comes out of it particularly well, but it begs the question: are writers allowed to mine the lives of others?
Yes. But isn’t there something vampiric about leeching off someone else’s experience?
James Gandolfini routinely called the writing staff of The Sopranos “vampires” for exactly that reason, and that was the best television series ever made. But isn’t there a line where things become creepy?
No. I mean, what about Cat Person?
Oh here we go, Cat Person again. At the time it was published, Kristen Roupenian’s short story was heralded as lightning in a bottle; the perfect summation of the female experience. But then this year we learned that Roupenian had wholesale lifted the experience from a woman named Alexis Nowicki, who subsequently wrote a first-person essay about it.
Who would be a muse, eh? Loads of people, that’s the thing. Dante wrote about his childhood crush Beatrice di Folco Portinari in The Divine Comedy. Jane Austen used an old flame as inspiration for Mr Darcy. Charles Dickens based numerous characters on his lover Ellen Ternan. It was all fine and nobody minded.
So what changed? Two words: the internet. Online, everybody gets to create a bubble where they are the star of their own finely honed story. So when someone else mines their life for a different story, it feels more like a violation. Also, who’s to say that Ternan enjoyed being written about? She couldn’t complain on Facebook.
Does this story have a moral? Yes: it’s that writers are terrible people and you should cut them all from your life immediately.
OK, so can I tell my story now? Oh, fine, if you absolutely have to.
I accidentally put a pair of pants in my pocket instead of a face mask. Great, well, keep an eye out for a short story about that, then.
Do say: “Writers often glean from the lives of others.”
Don’t say: “But that doesn’t mean we all have to read a 10,000-word thinkpiece about it afterwards.”