When I was younger, the Sandman moved me but I wasn't so drawn to it as a work as I would be later. Of Neil Gaiman's work, his short stories and novels drew me in far more. Specifically October in the Chair and study in Emerald. The former is such an incredible fantasy work that really has such a warm an bittersweetly comforting voice, a surprising metafiction that drew me in and later drew me to other writers who used similar elements later. It was a story that I look back on as formative and cherished. At a bookstore in Fort Collins I got a copy of Fragile Things with October in the Chair in there, and was looking for it a few days before the story broke and as it happened my wife thinks she donated it to a thrift store. It's odd how things happen. Because as much as I want to feel like I'm done with Neil Gaiman, I'm not done with and will always carry what good came of the things he wrote that I loved. One of the men who made me want to write was a monster, clearly. A monster made by worse men, it seems, but that's no excuse for a monster. I feel betrayed. The articles in Vulture and Variety expanding on allegations in Tortoise Media's podcast MASTER from earlier in 2024 bring a total of 9 women who have made allegations of sexual assault against writer Neil Gaiman. How do people who cherished his work reconcile the man, the monster, and stories that meant a lot to us, especially ones where men like him were the villain? Big CW on this whole episode for assault discussed, without any graphic detail. #neilgaiman #assault #vulture #master #goodomens #sandman #neverwhere #americangods #stardust