I love its raw beauty, but even more, I love its wasted promise. I also love the illicit access to Wilson's half-finished thoughts, to Wilson himself. Either way, I have lots of company. Thanks in no small part to the commercial opportunities opened up by the VCR and the CD player, this decade has seen a flood of previously unreleased, unfinished or reworked art. Publisher Charles Scribner 3rd says Hemingway fully intended these manuscripts to see the light of day, but cautions other authors that if they don't want work published, they had best destroy it themselves.
Excavations can pose tricky dilemmas.
A yen for uncooked art, for malleable art, is also more in keeping with our crude, relativistic times. Welles, of course, is the patron saint of lost, botched and unfinished works. Indeed, the film is now better in many of its particulars, though you still have to buy Charlton Heston as a Mexican detective. I'm going to worry about all those J.D. Salinger stories squirreled away in New Hampshire. Click for more options or for help .