When we learn that genius was once disguised as a nanny—or a customs inspector or a beggar—nothing quite looks the same. Who else at the local playground is quietly generating breathtaking works of art? Which bank teller or waiter or insurance salesman is sitting on a trove of remarkable paintings or poems or novels? Lurking beneath the plain surface of life roils a torrent of creative potential, unnoticed and quite possibly glorious.
Emily Bobrow has a nice article on posthumous fame published in the Wall Street Journal, which you can read HERE.
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