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#0892: Willa Cather to Fanny Butcher, [September 8, 1927]

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Hotel Webster
Forty West Forty-Fifth Street
JUST WEST OF FIFTH AVENUE
New York2
JOHN P. TOLSON
Dear Fanny Butcher1;

Five Bank street3 is now a thing of the past. Everything that used to be there is in storage—including myself! You see all last winter the new sub-way was building right under the house, and it will go on for two years more. The noise is maddening, the neighborhood become a sham. I hate being in storage, but I want to be free of responsibility for awhile.

Hotel Webster
Forty West Forty-Fifth Street
JUST WEST OF FIFTH AVENUE
New York
JOHN P. TOLSON

I know how busy you are—but will you send me a line telling me if you goat got any pleasure out of the "Archbishop"4? And please send me your review5. (Send both in care of Knopf6, as I have no address of my own at present.) The morning World7 tells me that judged as a novel, it's a very poor performance. Just what is a novel, I wonder? I've always wanted to try something in the style of legend, with a sort of New Testament8 calm, and I think I succeeded fairly Hotel Webster
Forty West Forty-Fifth Street
JUST WEST OF FIFTH AVENUE
New York2
JOHN P. TOLSON
well. A story with no woman in it but the Virgin Mary has very definite limitations; it's a very special kind of thing, and you like it, or you don't. I had a glorious year doing it, and working in that new form with no social drama. I found in it a lovely kind of poverty——and richness; a deep content.

You and Grant Overton9 were the only two reviewers in America10 who liked "Antonia"11 when it first came out. The "Archbishop" Hotel Webster
Forty West Forty-Fifth Street
JUST WEST OF FIFTH AVENUE
New York
JOHN P. TOLSON
is even farther from the conventional novel. It's a narrative, like Robinson Crusoe12, and it's a kind of writing that is colored by a kind of country, like a folk-song.

Let me hear from you, if you have a spare moment. I was to have sailed on the "Berengaria"13 yesterday, but had to give up my passage. Was detained in Nebraska14 by the serious illness of my father15. He suddenly came down with Angina—the Hotel Webster
Forty West Forty-Fifth Street
JUST WEST OF FIFTH AVENUE
New York
JOHN P. TOLSON
first serious illness he has ever had. I shall probably go to the White Mountains16 for a few weeks, then either to France17 or Arizona18.

With my love, always Willa Cather