There was a short story, a few years ago, entitled Cat Person. I haven't read it. It appeared in the New Yorker, and is apparently the story of a relationship gone sour from the POV of a young woman dating a substantially older man.
It was apparently pretty well received at the time. The author got a million dollar advance on their book and the story has been optioned for a movie. No-one much thought anything more about it until yesterday, when another writer published an article in Slate detailing her discovery that Cat Person's 'fictional' story was a thinly disguised portrayal of her real-life relationship with a former partner. She did not know the author of Cat Person: its author had previously dated (or knew someone who had dated) her ex, and for whatever reason had gleaned minute details of her life from social media, and unfathomably, not disguised those details at all in fictionalising her, so that she was identifiable as the 'subject' of the story by everyone who knew her.
It turns out, as well, that the deeply negative portrayal of her ex in the published story did not at all reflect his character, and worse than that, he's subsequently died (by what is not explicitly stated as, but might be inferred to be, suicide). So the writer of Cat Person has made millions of dollars at least by borrowing the identity and life details of a woman she never met, the villain of the story can no longer defend himself, and the 'subject' is left with entire audience of the New Yorker's fiction section, at least, believing an untrue version of her life.
I thought the ethical problems were apparent in this case, but maybe not so to the legion of blue-checked (verified) authors on Twitter who were out today vigorously defending the appropriation of a person's entire life as story fodder, saying it's something that ALL authors do. And I thought, well maybe it is. Maybe my uneasiness at this is why I'm not a published author. Maybe my sense of ethics is skewed to the point I will never develop my characterisation skills to New Yorker standard.
But maybe it isn't. Maybe this really was a pretty bad thing to do. What if there's a deficit in the ethics teaching in formal writing teaching: MFA programs and the like, the ones supposed to churn out writing professionals? Is there ANY teaching of ethics at the higher levels of writing education? Because there is in every single other profession. Why should writing be different?
Any thoughts?
It was apparently pretty well received at the time. The author got a million dollar advance on their book and the story has been optioned for a movie. No-one much thought anything more about it until yesterday, when another writer published an article in Slate detailing her discovery that Cat Person's 'fictional' story was a thinly disguised portrayal of her real-life relationship with a former partner. She did not know the author of Cat Person: its author had previously dated (or knew someone who had dated) her ex, and for whatever reason had gleaned minute details of her life from social media, and unfathomably, not disguised those details at all in fictionalising her, so that she was identifiable as the 'subject' of the story by everyone who knew her.
It turns out, as well, that the deeply negative portrayal of her ex in the published story did not at all reflect his character, and worse than that, he's subsequently died (by what is not explicitly stated as, but might be inferred to be, suicide). So the writer of Cat Person has made millions of dollars at least by borrowing the identity and life details of a woman she never met, the villain of the story can no longer defend himself, and the 'subject' is left with entire audience of the New Yorker's fiction section, at least, believing an untrue version of her life.
I thought the ethical problems were apparent in this case, but maybe not so to the legion of blue-checked (verified) authors on Twitter who were out today vigorously defending the appropriation of a person's entire life as story fodder, saying it's something that ALL authors do. And I thought, well maybe it is. Maybe my uneasiness at this is why I'm not a published author. Maybe my sense of ethics is skewed to the point I will never develop my characterisation skills to New Yorker standard.
But maybe it isn't. Maybe this really was a pretty bad thing to do. What if there's a deficit in the ethics teaching in formal writing teaching: MFA programs and the like, the ones supposed to churn out writing professionals? Is there ANY teaching of ethics at the higher levels of writing education? Because there is in every single other profession. Why should writing be different?
Any thoughts?