The diary writer wrote with no expectation of ever being read. She didn’t censor and she didn’t make any effort to hide her self-obsession. Why would she?
After her death, her niece packed up all the journals and stored them in her attic. The diary writer’s great niece read the journals – early 20th century life and the changing status of women was the theme that prevailed.
An editor agreed. The diary writer’s musings became public – her words mulled over by book groups and critics.
Introversion and privacy had been the diary writer’s watchwords. She spun in her grave.