Maybe there's a kid somewhere just discovering Brautigan who will benefit from reading his juvenilia. Then the Hammett side of me wins out. I think of all the mugs who claim a bad review in the Sunday New York Times is better than no review at all. They're the same jerks who say a lousy posthumous book doesn't soil a writer's reputation. Screw the kids.
Nobody benefits from damaged goods.
Save the posthumous stuff for eggheads in libraries. All rights reserved.