The Best Non-fiction Works are Letters
How does one know a place fully? Or, for that matter, a time period? I have found that movies can only do so much to tell the truth, often being made all the more palatable for audiences. The same goes for textbooks, which tend to dumb down reality to cram as much information into the smallest amount of real estate as possible. Then there are nonfiction works, which may read more towards the author’s bias than the veritable truth. So - what’s left?