What will become, or has become, of personal letters via pen and paper being written between writers (or any artists)? Do you write old-fashioned letters or private documentation to others divulging details of your situation as a writer? 
Years from now when reading biographies of writers, will we be reading emails, text messages and chat logs from them to gain insight into their writing life, as opposed to copies of physical letters on paper or personal notes? When studying about a writer’s life, is there anything to be gained or lost in reading, for example, his text messages to someone talking about the construction of a particular work or peculiarities in his writing life, as opposed to written letters expressing the same?
How do blogs, websites and other public media authored by writers influence how we construct a narrative of their lives? Do you think their use of social media diminishes the writer’s mystique?
Right now I am falling in love with reading letters written by artist and poet Everett Ruess – by the way, see picture on right from the Everett Ruess Days/Escalante Canyons Art Festival in Escalante, Utah from last month! I realize, now, that there is so much insight to be gained from reading the story behind the language, if you will. During the festival, I asked a young lady running a book booth which book to buy as a beginner interested in learning about Everett Ruess. I ended up buying a title called Everett Ruess: Vagabond for Beauty & Wilderness Journals, a collection of letters and private writing by Ruess that give us access, as directly as possible, to what we may know of his life (as opposed to other titles that offer conjecture, from an outsider’s perspective, surrounding his disappearance into the Utah wilderness in the 1930s at the age of 20).
I told the lady I wasn’t too comfortable reading Ruess’ (or anyone’s) personal letters and journals, but she made a good point: Ruess would probably want people to read them. Now that I have started the book, I agree with her: His bold romanticism, idealism and zeal for encounters with the wilderness, as well as his remarkable passion for living, lead me to think he would want to share his inspirational feelings with others – not just himself or the addressees of his correspondences. We, too, are the recipients of his letters. (However, I still haven’t quite budged on my position, overall, on reading posthumous or unpublished work by deceased writers; see here for my post on this topic).
What can be gained from reading personal writing from writers that, perhaps, is not gained by reading their writing, itself?
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