This is one of the saddest things I've ever read. All they wanted to do was talk about cool books and theory and their favorite artists and poetry and earnestly help each other through life. And then some moron idiot fascist who doesn't understand anything about anything comes along and takes it all away for nothing.

This also made me think a lot about how much written communication has changed with the internet and text messages. They wrote each other long, beautiful, deeply thoughtful letters weekly. A collection of my correspondences would consist mostly of misspelled, incomplete sentences, links, emojis and one word replies. Sad!

Only reason it's not 5 stars is cause so many of their letters rely on a deep familiarity with the writers and works they are referencing and discussing, so about a quarter of the book was just incomprehensible to me. ( )