The Death of the Letter
October 27 2009 — Guest Post by James Bradley

On Friday a journalist friend rang looking for some comments about the death of the letter. The story grew out of reports of a sharp decline in the use of snail mail, and having already spoken to historian Les Carlyon and linguist Sue Butler, both of whom had made the usual noises about the loss of a form which has allowed us to communicate complex thought and emotion for many generations, he wanted a literary perspective on the question.
Before I go any further I should say that I agree, at least generally, with the remarks by Carlyon and Butler which are quoted in the article. The letter is a remarkable form, not just because of its capacity to record the feelings and impressions of the moment for posterity, but because it is a form that has always been as much about a process of self-creation and exploration as communication.
In a way that shouldn’t be surprising. The act of writing isn’t simply about putting thoughts down on paper, it’s about a process of thought. And, as a result, the process of writing a letter allows us to explore thoughts and ideas we might not be able to express or even access in everyday life. Indeed in a very real sense, writing letters is less about communication than the creation of a self through the act of writing. Usually these selves are freer, smarter, sometimes they’re something like our best self, more often they’re versions of our everyday self which only find their true expression on the page. It’s a process you see at work in the correspondence of writers such as Philip Larkin or Flaubert, both of whom were capable of being scatological and filthy with one friend, and considered and thoughtful with another. Or in the epistolary relationship between Robert Lowell and Elizabeth Bishop, a relationship in which both revealed aspects of themselves they concealed from everyone else.
But the thing that struck me while I was talking to my friend on Friday, was that despite the passing of the letter, these are exactly the same processes one sees at work when people blog, or tweet, or even update their Facebook statuses. In all cases they’re projecting versions of themselves outwards, and in so doing engaging in the same processes of self-invention that once went on in correspondence. The only real difference is that they’re doing it in public, or at least semi-public.
Obviously there’s nothing particularly radical about observing that technology is altering our notions of identity. But it does suggest that the usual anxieties provoked by the passing of cultural forms and institutions are at least partly misplaced in this context.
More importantly though, it’s a reminder that the transition from the written letter to email isn’t simply a story about changing technology. It’s part of a much larger story about the way technology is redefining the boundaries between our public and private selves. It’s not a neutral process by any means, and its effects can be seen in the increasing anxiety about the management of confidential information, in the arguments about the use (and abuse) of surveillance technologies, and even in the rise of celebrity culture. But it’s also a story that’s as much about possibility as decline, something which can be obscured when one concentrates on only one aspect of the story.
- Cross-posted from city of tongues
For more on the art of letter writing, have a look at this essay by Andrea Goldsmith in Meanjin Volume 67/3.
Comments
Great post James (no pun intended!)
I truly miss the letter and while I agree that some anxieties about new technologies are misplaced I’m not convinced that blogs, tweets, Facebook etc. are sufficient replacements for the letter.
It's not only about the writing process for me, but also the objects. I collected stationery as a young teenager in the same way we collected swap-cards. Writing a letter has always been as much the item (the design reflecting a fancy or mood) as the communication.
Blogs, tweets or Facebook updates just aren't the same to me as that unique object I can hold in my hands. (Though I do appreciate electronic communications in different ways).
Recently I stumbled upon boxes of pre-internet letters I'd collected from my friends and had a melancholy afternoon reading them all in my dusty old shed. I can't imagine doing the same thing with new technologies twenty years in the future. But then I am a bit of a luddite...
Electronic correspondence just seems so vast and intangible.
I hope the letter isn't dead, and despite new technologies and my appalling handwriting I still insist on writing my overseas friends at least one rambling letter a year. Though their responses are mostly via email... sigh....
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