Just my two cents on Alan Rickman’s diaries…
I've seen some people say they refuse to read Alan Rickman’s diaries out of respect. I understand the initial hesitation — I felt it too. But after reading them, I realised they are neither invasive nor inappropriate. What feels more contradictory is rejecting the book while still engaging with quotes and excerpts shared everywhere. To me, the diaries are a quiet, thoughtful legacy.
For me, they became a way to feel him closer — as if he were talking quietly on the phone, sharing fragments of everyday life, small frustrations, moments of joy. Nothing sensational, nothing intrusive. Just the voice of a thoughtful man observing the world around him. And I’m certain that his wife Rima curated what was shared with care and love, protecting what truly belonged to their private world. What remains feels not like intrusion, but like a gentle, generous presence.
by eve-rickmaniac1979
first Photo: Alan Rickman, photographed by Trevor Leighton (1992) — source: Instagram alan__rickman second Photo: Photo of my own copy of the diary
