"The society of dead authors has this advantage over that of the living: they never flatter us to our faces, nor slander us behind our backs, nor intrude upon our privacy, nor quit their shelves until we take them down"
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A reader’s most reliable social circle, Colton suggests, is a roomful of corpses. The line is built like a dinner-party compliment that turns, mid-sip, into an indictment of actual dinner parties. Dead authors, he argues, offer the comforts of company without the mess of human maintenance: no flattery (which he treats as a kind of low-grade aggression), no slander (the inevitable second act of social life), no nosiness, no needy departures. They wait. They stay put. They are, in the most cutting sense, well-behaved.
The intent isn’t just to praise books; it’s to elevate reading as a moral alternative to society itself. Colton writes from an early 19th-century milieu where salons, clubs, and reputations ran on gossip and deference, and where “polite” interaction often meant strategic dishonesty. His diction turns that system inside out. “Society” usually implies reciprocity and warmth; here it’s a ledger of petty violations. The dead author becomes an ideal companion precisely because he cannot perform the social manipulations the living normalize.
The subtext is a little bleak and a little comic: if you want sincerity, choose the mute. Books don’t “intrude upon our privacy” because they cannot demand anything back; they only become present when invited. Colton quietly flatters the reader’s sovereignty. You control the encounter, the pace, the intimacy. In an era newly crowded with print, he’s also selling a modern kind of freedom: relationship on demand, companionship without compromise, conversation without consequence.
The intent isn’t just to praise books; it’s to elevate reading as a moral alternative to society itself. Colton writes from an early 19th-century milieu where salons, clubs, and reputations ran on gossip and deference, and where “polite” interaction often meant strategic dishonesty. His diction turns that system inside out. “Society” usually implies reciprocity and warmth; here it’s a ledger of petty violations. The dead author becomes an ideal companion precisely because he cannot perform the social manipulations the living normalize.
The subtext is a little bleak and a little comic: if you want sincerity, choose the mute. Books don’t “intrude upon our privacy” because they cannot demand anything back; they only become present when invited. Colton quietly flatters the reader’s sovereignty. You control the encounter, the pace, the intimacy. In an era newly crowded with print, he’s also selling a modern kind of freedom: relationship on demand, companionship without compromise, conversation without consequence.
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| Topic | Book |
|---|---|
| Source | Charles Caleb Colton, Lacon; or, Many Things in Few Words (first published 1820). Aphorism appears in Colton's Lacon, commonly cited in 19th-century editions. |
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