It's naive to think that authors can repell their readers' curiosity about themby Rob Sharp / October 6, 2016 / Leave a comment
A friend of mine, who will remain fashionably anonymous, remarked yesterday that this week’s Elena Ferrante furore—the Italian novelist, author of the Neapolitan quartet, who has fiercely guarded her true identity was apparently unmasked by the New York Review of Books—was a cousin to the “Streisand effect.” The phenomenon is named after the singer’s 2003 attempt to suppress pictures of her Malibu house, thus drawing even more attention to it. Tell everyone to stop looking, and they only look more.
The horse that is Elena Ferrante’s identity has well and truly bolted, but even at this early stage of the cycle of revelation, backlash, and backlash against the backlash we might suggest some interesting details emerging about the public sphere and the relationship between writers’ identities and their craft. We might also highlight that to scholars, at least, information about an author is no bad thing.
The hysterical reaction in some quarters to Ferrante’s so-called “doxxing” is producing more heat than light. Books are largely read by a culturally elite group, the same people who commission think pieces, invest their cultural capital with importance. Journalists writing about this phenomenon fuel it, and to be honest, as we condemn the article that caused this mess, we are also profiting from it.
The question of Ferrante’s unveiling is chiefly a privacy issue,…