This is a fascinating, revealing and, to my mind, at times profoundly moving book. Chatwin's public reputation for beguiling singularity, social charm, contradictions, worldliness and elusiveness, was cemented by Nicholas Shakespeare's elegant early biography. This selection of his letters, written to an inner circle of friends, lovers and family, from his school days right through to his final period of illness, offers something quite new and compelling: the author's own authentic voice. It is a voice often spontaneous, witty, fun and erudite, as we might expect. But there are also other, less showy human qualities that emerge into view for the first time: his frailities, financial insecurities and deep feeling for places and people, that in many ways go some way to counter balance the egoism and selfishness that writers are condemned to possess. Chatwin becomes a warmer, more likeable figure for it.
I disagree with the literary reviews I read about this book when it first appeared, almost all of which placed exclusive emphasis on Chatwins's human failings, his posturing, self-mythologising and selfishness. And I disagree with their critique of his widow Elizabeth's co-editing of this volume of letters; that she was a woman treated carelessly by her husband who was therefore now having her posthumous revenge by re-calibrating and deflating his legend. Whilst these points are all true to some degree, what also emerges from these wonderful letters, largely glossed over by the reviews, is the capacity for deeply felt friendship, indeed love, and infectious optimism and interest in the world that they contain.
He was genuinely learned, in ways I had not realised, his erudition hard won by deep reading and researching in archives and libraries. Chatwin created a network of friends and used their hospitality and homes to further his writing. Writers are selfish. Yet I sensed that he also needed and valued friendship to keep at bay his own sense of debilitating detachment and rootlessness. His letters often contain great kindnesses and affection, and interest in the lives of those around him, too, particularly at their times of grief. His gift, albeit an egotistical one, was to be inclusive in his vital interests; to include his friends in his own passionate odyssey.
Revealingly, so many footnoted comments by the recipients of his letters bear testimony to Chatwin's authentic capacity for friendship. For many, he had a profound influence on their own lives, and there are some wonderful glimpses of what he meant to others. Robin Lane Fox, who once turned down an opportunity to travel to Patagonia with Chatwin, movingly reflects that Chatwin taught him how important it is to live a life of authenticity, beyond the safety net of conventional careers and security.
This is a really delightful, possibly even great, selection of letters, and it has also been very sensitively edited.