I’m really tired of books about “creative thinking” that are largely out-of-context summaries of “iconic” creatives (largely white men), as though their experiences are applicable or universal. Yes, Einstein daydreamed his theory of relativity, but he had the background knowledge of physics and an academic position that provided the space for his ideas to be recognized. Yes, Warhol brought pop art into the public consciousness, but he also had connections and a factory of nameless assistants producing work in his name.
Books like this parade about the cult of personality and the marketable stories of artistic success without acknowledging the structural support, privilege, and access that allows these men to succeed.
I’m tired of books that tell people to quit their day jobs, as though everyone has the funds to do that and as though that’s the only way to be an artist. I’m tired of books that spread the narrative of “if you work hard you’ll get noticed and be famous” as though all the unrecognized creatives are just not working hard enough, or are not committed enough, as though the Art World, the Music Industry, and Academia are not steeped in structural inequality, privilege, bias, racism, sexism, classism, and capitalism.
Don’t read this. Don’t read books like it.