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I did not mean to put the burden of a letter upon you, but I can't help being
glad that you wrote me. I am staying at the Grosvenor3, 35 Fifth Avenue for a few weeks, as
just now I am utterly homeless! I had to give up the apartment on Bank street4, which I loved and where
I had been for fifteen years, because the new subway was (and is!) building
a station almost under the very house I lived in. Last winter was wrecked by
the noise, for both Miss Lewis5 and
me, and the construction will go on for years. Nothing for it but to get
out,—and all outr
goods are now in storage. We have not taken a new place because we want to
go abroad for a few months early in the spring, while we are not paying rent. I am going out to Nebraska6 to spend Thanksgiving with
my father7 and mother8, but I shall be here when you come
on in January. I hate these wasted, broken-up interludes in life. I never manage to have much
fun in them. You're awfully mistaken if you think life doesn't get all
messed up for me, too! There are just occasional intervals when I can make
things run smoothly and snathch a piece of work out of the
temporary calm.
I shall look forward eagerly to your article9
in The World Tomorrow10. This book11 is just one too many for the poor
reviewers. They complain about it, and say "it is almost impossible to
classify th this book", as if I had put over something unfair on them.
They feel so bitterly because Knopf12
calls it a novel; I, myself, wanted merely to
call it a narrative. I'm not sure that I know just waht
what a novel is, and I'm not sure
that the reviewers do. However, none of these things really matter.
Enthusiastic reviewers may help a book along at the start; but after the
first year or so, a book, like an individual, has nothing but its own
vitality to carry it.
Dear Mrs. Austin, I do believe that a few months in New York2 will benefit you more than all
the doctors in the world. You are the sort of person who needs solitude, but
for that very reason you need to be lost among people and crowds for a part
of they
every year. If only because you'll
be so glad to find yourself again!
If ardent good wishes could help you over this trying time, mine would do so. But I've a feeling that hideous, resounding New York will help you.
Devotedly always Willa Cather Mary Austin1 Santa Fé13 New Mexico MADISON SQ STA. N.Y.-32 NOV 9 1927 1030 PM