Literary legacy
Mar 05, 2020
3 minutes
In 1945, playwright Bernard Shaw sent a postcard to the Society of Authors.
‘The time has come (I am nearly ninety),’ it read, ‘when I must hand over the management of my literary and theatre to some permanent agency… You intimated some time ago that [the Society of Authors] is game for the job. On what terms?’
A deal was done and, after his papers had been passed to us, we received another postcard from Shaw’s Corner: ‘Act as if I were dead, as I soon shall be.’
Bernard Shaw’s is one
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