Sometimes I wonder, as others have, whether we are reaching the end of the literary culture that begins at the renaissance. If we are, one reason is obvious: people write far less than they once did. This was brought home to me when I began reading around in the 18th century. At the moment I am knee-deep in James Boswell, so he is my case in point.
Those who know him only through the Life of Johnson may not appreciate that Boswell’s collected writings will run to maybe forty volumes when the mighty Yale edition is completed. True, Boswell was exceptional and would be exceptional in any period. I cite him because of the role writing played in his life. Read the rest of this entry »

