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Writing Letters
An interesting point that people wrote more by hand before e-mail and all that stuff (in fact I find that my handwriting has deteriorated because of using a keyboard for some 35 years, I mostly print now with pen or pencil rather than use the script that was pounded into me as a school kid). That doesn't mean people don't write, of course. What makes the difference between blabbing on a newsgroup or by e-mail or in a chat room, where very little thought is done as far as composition, let alone grammar and spelling, even the sort of reticence one can have before mailing a letter out without revising it.... [Lost track of my sentence here, such is the nature of on-line composition]
Anyway, people like Dorothy Sayers, who had voluminous correspondence, wrote their letters (except the ones to their haberdashers) as carefully as they would have written a school essay. Force of habit, because few of them thought the letters would ever be collected and read by the general public. If they did, like Chesterfield, then that's a different matter. Sayers's religious beliefs were her own business, but apparantly she propogated them to her acquaintances and even her non-detective-story readers. Fine, that's her prerogative. It doesn't mean the letters are worthy to be printed for the benefit of fans of her Wimsey stories who might be mislead into buying the letter collections thinking they might have something important to say about mystery writing.
Boswell's London Diaries, for example, are hard to judge. He wrote them privately, not for publication (but they were written as though they were meant for publication -- this was some sort of ego trip for him). What they reveal is fascinating about his times, but also about his ego -- a whore complaining that his dick was too big, his getting it off with a three-penny 'stand-up' on Westminster Bridge with a 14-yr-old prostitute because he was turned on by the idea of doing it right by Parliament. Pepys was just as bad, but he wrote his diary in code, which wasn't deciphered for nearly 200 years. Whatever the case or circumstance, 'collected letters' or 'posthumous diaries' and the like are a form of vanity, a way of perpetuating one's immortality.
That's not evil, just venal.
I don't mean to be so cynical, but I really have little respect for this sort of posthumous exploitation of notable people. Especially when, as you implied with Sayers, she makes a fool of herself and reputation by carping on religious nonsense.
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