There is a sick side to book publishers. I work in publishing myself but I can’t help but feel sick when I see Time Magazine and Doubleday jumping on the chance to make public letters that Mother Teresa never intended to have anyone see. Public figures get milked for a story for as long as they are a household name. It doesn’t matter what for. You could be known as a serial killer or a saint. If it sells copy it warrants being printed. When will the day arrive when we all finally get sick of feeding off celebrity, living vicariously off the little notions of people that we think give us meaning? When will humans become interesting for something other than being gawked at?
So what do you think? Should private correspondence be made public against a person’s wishes? Does this question warrant asking?