The journal, diary, daybook, whatever you want to call it, is the archetypal image of privacy, and thus of violation. But in setting words down, leaving a record, there seems to be some imagined other: the page, the self, the future. Who, in the end, is the audience?
If you're a notable figure-writers and artists included-the audience may wind up being everyone. Last year, Kafka's diaries got rereleased in English. Now you can read all his homosexual anxieties Max Brod previously edited out.
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