The Guardian reveals Polish writer Krystian Bala is on trial for murder after writing a crime novel called Amok in which he closely detailed the facts of a real-life killing.
Hmmm, I suppose it doesn’t help that the victim was a friend of the author’s ex-wife... But is Mr. Bala really the murderer?
I’ve often wondered about this, how much of the artist’s personal life he’s put into his book, painting, sculpture, poem, cake icing... Or is it really life that imitates the art? Then again if life were to be considered an art form, should we not produce the best art/life possible to the best of our ability?
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