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#0534: Willa Cather to Dorothy Canfield Fisher, March 21 [1921]

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ Dear Dorothy1:

Mr. Knopf3 brought in a copy of the Yale Review4 yesterday and showed me what a fine generous thing you had done for me5 in that number. I am the more pleased because the commendation of no other person would mean as much in Red Cloud6, where you and your work are much beloved, and where I am always eager to "give satisfaction. They have no opinion of 'critics' in general there, but they have confidence in you, and an expression like that from you will please them more than anything else could. The Red Cloud public is ready now to hear a good word, for after "Antonia"7 they really came round, and said "yes, it was exactly like ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩that; that is the way we remember it."

Are we never, I wonder, to come together for a talk again? There are so many, many things I would like to ask you about and tell you about. I have such a far-flung family that I am kept racing about in the West when I am not at my desk on Bank Street8. But won't you write me before you come to New York2 next time, so that I can get at you? If we could get an afternoon away from the rest of the world, I think we'd both get a good deal out of it. Lucy Allen9 came in here one day and said she'd get me in touch with your mother10 sometime. I was pleased to see Lucy, but she brought along an up-and-coming club woman who spoiled the fun.

I'm always wonderfully glad to please you, Dorothy. The first letter you wrote me about "O Pioneers!"11 long ago was the most helpful "hand-up" I had had, and I've always kept it and the other generous letters you've written me about my books. You know, better than anyone else what a long way I had to go to get—anywhere. And you know, too, the difficulties of the road. It is strange to come at last to wr write with calm j enjoyment and a certain ease, after such storm and struggle and shrieking forever off the key. I am able to keep the pitch now, usually, and that is the thing I'm really thankful for. But Lord—what a lot of life one uses up chasing 'bright Medusas'12, doesn't one? I think we might get together and compare our scars, like doughboys13. I'm not at all fierce anymore—unless you bring a clubwoman!

Your pleased and grateful friend Willa