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#1360: Willa Cather to E. K. Brown, April 9, 1937

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Mr. Brown1:

I recently returned from a long absence, and among the many reviews and articles awaiting me3 I find your interesting and very friendly pamphlet4. You have certainly brought a friendly and unprejudiced mind to my books, and though I do not always agree with you I am interested in all your opinions.

I think you make a very usual mistake, however, in defining a writer geographically. Myself, I read a man (or a woman) for the climate of his mind, not for the climates in which he has happened to live. The places in which he has lived do, to a certain extent, color his mind,. bBut to me the Kipling5 of Captains Courageous6 is just as vigorous and keen and full of his subject, as the Kipling of the early Indian stories.

I think yYou say that the Southwest7 of the Archbishop8 is not so much my country as the West of Nebraska9. I think in your zeal to make your case, you have fallen into error. I knew the Southwest early, and knew it long and well. I did not write about it earlier for one reason only: the Southwest is so essentially and certainly at its roots a Catholic country, that it seemed to me no Protestant could handle material properly. (You understand that I am speaking here of the real Southwest, the Mexicans and the Indians and the workers on the railroads. I am not speaking of the tourists and cheap artists and dude ranches which have invfested that country and ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ overwhelmed it since I first knew it.)

To go back to the other side of my parenthesis, I waited fifteen years for some Roman Catholic to write a book about the real New Mexicans, their religion and country, and some of those early French missionary priests10 who left such a fragrant tradition of tolerance and insight and kindly sympathy. Isn't it possible after all, that one may admire quite as sincerely a man of Father Latour's type as a man of Father Vaillant's? I am asking you to read a letter11 which I wrote concerning the actual writing of Death Comes for the Archbishop. You will find it on page 17 in the pamphlet enclosed12.

Very cordially yours, Willa Cather

I must apologize for the enclosed pamphlet:—it is one my publisher13 uses as a reply to colleges and clubs who write to him for information.

Willa Cather