I’m reading the letters of John Le Carré. It’s a doorstopper. As thick as all Roman history. Or ‘SPQR’. Almost as thick as the Oxford Dictionary.
He wrote a lot of letters. And some emails.
No-one will treasure my emails. Le Carré is more famous than me but it’s not just that.
An email lacks… well, the metadata of a letter.
No overseas stamp. No intensely human handwriting scrawled over the envelope, an instant connection with the correspondent.
No rustle of paper, or any physical presence at all.
Will these so-intimate personal histories die out for the want of Letters?