Writers’ mail at the Rosenbach

Curtis Sittenfeld extols the many virtues of Philadelphia’s amazing Rosenbach Museum and Library.

Under normal circumstances, reading other people’s mail is pretty enjoyable, but when the correspondents are professional writers, it’s downright thrilling…. [T]he modern writer kvetching about a deadline has nothing on Conrad: “The other day in a moment of mental aberration I allowed myself to be pinned down to a date by a wild (but amiable) American publisher. He’s gone back, whooping, to his native wilderness of skyscrapers with the signed contract at his belt — and I wish it had been my scalp rather.”

Mr. Maud and I visited once with a friend who lived in Philly. Probably the best $8 I spent that year.


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