I blame Kafka. When he died in 1924, the vast majority of his imaginative work remained unpublished, including three novels and a substantial number of remarkable short stories. He left instructions, however, for Max Brod, his literary executor, that all his unpublished work should be destroyed. Brod ignored this, and brought some classics of German literature into print after the author’s death. He sensibly concluded that if Kafka had been serious about wanting his work destroyed he wouldn’t have appointed Brod as literary executor in the first place.
The case was a good one; but it has undoubtedly had some ugly consequences. Manuscripts have surfaced that their authors either made clear they didn’t want published or had simply left behind, often resulting in little enhancement to their reputations. Vladimir Nabokov’s The Original of Laura made very little impact when it finally appeared.
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