Carl Sandburg, a poet and biographer, reportedly told his children that he would leave them millions in his passing — millions of pieces of paper, and other ephemera.
We are currently selling our home, and I have the misfortune of complete strangers traisping through my office, which is the present holder of what might euphemistically called my papers: an embarrassment of files, books, odds and ends. I’ve said it before, writers are hoarders.
In this NY Times piece, “Mr. Lethem, whose books include “The Fortress of Solitude,” has sold his papers, artifacts, even drawings of vomiting cats, to Yale.”