Being a 'completist,' I will of course secure a copy sooner or later. But I suspect that biographer Nicosia's literary judgment of The Sea is My Brother (reported in the linked story) is just.
Poor Jack barely scraped by while entangled in the mortal coil. But now that he is "free of that slaving meat wheel, safe in heaven, dead," his literary executors grow fat peddling every last remnant of his literary remains.
When fame comes, its sun shines equally on all of one's productions throwing their differential values into the shade.
Story here.
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