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cross-posted from: https://feddit.uk/post/22187363
Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman had the longest of mistiest paths to becoming a TV show, three decades after the DC Vertigo comic’s debut. The hesitation was down to the fantasy author resisting several awful movie attempts, and too much could have gone wrong in adapting the infinitely layered fantasy story, but Netflix brought a lugubrious and stunning spectacle to screens (full of Life Amid Death) as the first three graphic novels were initially adapted.
The second season has taken years to come together, which isn’t unheard of for a Netflix fantasy series with heavy VFX. Sadly, this could also conceivably be the final season, given that several Gaiman projects (like Amazon’s Good Omens) have been cut short, cancelled, or apparently indefinitely paused in the wake of sexual misconduct allegations against the author (as initially reported by Tortoise Media). Those accusations do make the show’s bonus “Calliope” story hit differently than when the episode first surfaced, but that’s not a discussion for today. The Sandman‘s second season is still coming, so let’s (awkwardly) sift through what we can expect.
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How many episodes will we see? The first season brought 10 initial episodes and a bonus hour, but Netflix has not offered a count for the second season. However, Redanian Intelligence has passed on the rumor that we could see 12 new episodes of The Sandman when the show returns. This seems too good to be true, so we will await official word on that note, but the second season will leap headlong into Season Of Mists, the fourth graphic novel (considered the favorite volume of many The Sandman fans).
I’ve landed firmly in the other camp that I cannot separate the artist, once it’s shown they are useless human garbage, from the outward false pretense of their art, made to make themselves appear other that what they truly are, and knowing what I do about the author, for me to celebrate their pretense makes me contemptible, pathetic, and conspiratory in continuing to celebrate their and it’s perceived “brilliance”, squarely in the face of those to whom they’ve harmed. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.
Human garbage is still human, we must accept the darkness in us to overcome it. The meaning and value of art is not determined by the author’s intention, but rather by the viewer’s interpretation. We can recognize that a great piece of art was created by a flawed person but also recognize the value and richness it has provided to countless others.
In the case of Gaiman, his work got me interested in diving deeper into literature through his portrayal of Shakespeare and his modern interpretation of mythology in American gods.
How can you not separate the art and artist; While saying my contemptible, pathetic, and conspiratorial traits, are just different strokes?