I wanted to explore this difference between being the weedy uncertainty of the writing, and the Graceland-like enshrinement of the person. I wanted to get closer to the un-Kardashian obscurity in which Lee wrote, in a cold-water flat, ‘hop[ing] for the best and expect[ing] nothing.’ Ironically, the way to do this was the embark on a life adventure I affectionately refer to as Stalking Harper Lee.
Amy Whitaker, “The Obscure Early Lives of the Artists.”