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#0625: Willa Cather to Elizabeth Shepley Sergeant, October 4 [1922]

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I've telephoned the office to send you a copy of Claude4, anyhow!

NUMBER FIVE BANK STREET5 Dear Elsie1:

It’s certainly a disgrace to me if you’ve had to send to Brentano6 for Claude! But I’ve been driven to death—and only knew your whereabouts from your letter. The day it came I had tea with the Will Whites7—aren’t they nice, and jolly? And both of them are such good friends of yours. We had a friendly time and he teased me a lot about being kicked out by my highbrow friends: “When thy Nathan8 and thy Mencken9 forsake thee, then the Lord Will take thee up.”

I told him Claude didn’t mind—he likes a row, always did! Almost every day there’s a letter for or agin in some paper. Mencken—Freeman10Liberator11Dial12 etc all say that now I write exactly like the Ladies Home Journal13, and that’s the place for me anyhow. The New Republic14 lives up to my impression, I think. They give me a paragraph at the end of a lengthy review15 of—Kathleen Norris16!

The book is selling quite amazingly. For the last week it has sold ahead of “Babbitt”17 and “This Freedom”18 in Chicago19 and Minneapolis20. I don’t know about other cities, but I have official returns from those two.

You seem to have a great deal more literary news in N.M.21 than there is in N.Y.2 Here there is none—except Galworthy22’s new Jew play, “Loyalties”23. So interesting and well acted—no emotion in it, but so well-made and well-breedbred. Why is he such a gentleman in his plays and such an - - an old maid in his novels! I sat and looked at his handsome head all evening and wondered. He was penned in between two very fat Jewesses, and it was a boiling hot night. At the end of it, I wondered whether he would like to touch the text up a little!

It looks as if Claude might do something handsome for his Ma. And then the critics will be quite sure! The Dial—Freeman—Liberator say its a change in the brain tissue that has come quite suddenly; I simply can’t write anymore—it is now mere cataloguing and without life or a thrill of emotion in it. Well, now I know where I get off—and I surely know where they do!

They simply can’t recognize writing unless it has all the usual usual emotional signs—H. Broun24 says25 there’s not five minutes of interesting reading in the book. Well[?] I’ve just begun to learn how to right[?] write in this book, and I’m going right on!

Yours W. S. C.
Elizabeth S. Sergeant1 Santa Fé3 New Mexico NEW YORK, N.Y. STA. C2 OCT 6 1922 5-PM