I think this is a fascinating topic. Don't you think what matters is what the artist, writer, etc., left behind? Rather than who he or she was?
Do you think you can see the real person in the art, I guess is what I'm asking?
Who on earth is not flawed in some way? I'd hate to read a biography of me, tho I'm sure nobody would ever bother, but still, think about it: it would entirely depend on who was interviewed and who wrote it.
I thought (and think) that art is the expression of the real person or soul if you will.
So I don't care what they are like, and some of them are a mess.
Actors, I find actors fascinating. They are fine while acting but when they have to be themselves, a lot of them are very uncomfortable stepping out behind the mask.
I wonder sometimes why we need to identify with them at all. And it's clear we do from the magazines in the stores. "Stars! They're just like us!"
No they aren't.