There's a writer who did a lot of short stories and I had read a couple of them decades ago and thought they were some of the best of all time. Also, they won awards and stuff. I really placed them on a pedestal.
But more recently, I found that a multivolume collection of all the short stories is available, and I started reading them. It was really disillusioning because it wasn't just that the average quality was a lot lower than the famous ones, the cringeworthiness started to extend to my image of the author.
It's possible that over time the later work ended up being uniformly brilliant, but I didn't finish.