In 1660, the first national post was established in England. By the Victorian age, there were 12 mail deliveries a day in London; friends could dash off a letter in the morning and expect to continue an exchange until late at night. Today, the personal letter in its physical form is largely extinct. But in the era of WhatsApp chats and exchanges on X, its legacy has never been more obvious. Far more than the novel, confession, or diary, the letter is the literary genre at the origins of the modern self: social rather than solitary, reactive rather than reflective, on the cusp of public and private life.
Perhaps it is not surprising, then, that 2024 was a good year for scholarly work on letters. There was the publication of The Letters of Emily Dickinson (Harvard University Press, 2024), an invaluable resource for a poet whose letters and lyric interpenetrate one another, and Andrew Stauffer’s Byron: A Life in Ten Letters (Cambridge University Press, 2024). But the most important book in this category was surely the ninth volume of The Correspondence of Samuel Richardson (Cambridge), edited by Louise Curran, George Justice, and Sören Hammerschmidt.
No author’s letters have a better claim to our attention than those of Richardson, the greatest of epistolary novelists. Astonishingly, for more than two centuries, scholars had to rely on the 1804 Correspondence, edited by the poet Anna Laetitia Barbauld. Barbauld worked quickly and freely, marking up the original manuscripts in green ink before dispatching them to the printers, and criticisms of the volume’s omissions and inaccuracies were made almost immediately.
It was not until 2013, however, that a magisterial new edition began to appear under general editors Thomas Keymer and Peter Sabor. Unlike many editions of letters, it is organized around exchanges, including letters from Richardson’s correspondents. As a result, the reader can see each dialogue unfold, with help from truly heroic textual editing and excellent notes. In the latest volume, the exchanges center on Richardson’s masterpieces, Pamela and Clarissa. They include a poem on Pamela by “a young miss not 12 years old,” a negative verdict on Pamela’s third volume by the thresher poet Stephen Duck (“what I wanted,” Richardson replies petulantly, was notice of “particular faults, which I might correct”), and a breathless fan letter from the actor Colley Cibber on Clarissa (“O Lord! Lord! Can there be any thing yet to come that will trouble this smooth stream of pleasure I am bathing in”).
Reading the 1804 edition of Richardson’s correspondence, Samuel Taylor Coleridge found him “oozy, hypocritical, praise-mad, canting, envious.” The new edition reveals a novelist who is intensely alive to the pressures and pleasures of his social network. It is a portrait that is at once immensely sympathetic and eerily familiar.
Julianne Werlin is an associate professor of English at Duke University.