So I'm shamelessly ripping off a dead Frenchman, but here goes.
The image of gaming to be found in ordinary culture is tyrannically fixed on the dev, his person, his life, his tastes, his passions, while criticism still consists for the most part in saying that Justin's work is the failure of Justin the man, Ward his madness, Cruddace his vice. The explanation of a work is always sought in the man or woman who produced it, as if it were always in the end, through the more or less transparent allegory of fiction, the voice of a single person, the designer confiding in us.