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#1392: Willa Cather to Sinclair Lewis, January 14, 1938

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Lewis1:

I have had a grand time reading THE PRODIGAL PARENTS3 - all through it I had the sense of coming home again to my own people. Even the sawdust son and the detestable Sara are unmistakably American - couldn't be mistaken for anything else. Maybe it's the fact that they are so easily taken-in that makes them seem so much our own kin. With a world-wide reputation for being smart and on-the-make, aren't we just about the most gullible and easily taken-in of all peoples? It's our incurable optimism and sweet truthtrustfulness that have got us into all this mess. When this country4 is chock-full of solid people who always come up to the scratch without any rhetoric, like Fredk. Wm. and Hazel, will you tell me why we lie down and take a booting? I half believe that it's because we can't seriously believe evil of anyone. We don't like to believe evil. It's more comfortable not to believe it. We think that Stalin5 must have very good points, and we know Mussolini6 has made Italy7 so comfortable for tourists. I don't believe we'll waken up to the situation we've drifted into until the knife is at our throat. There are Howard Cornplows in every country, but I think in other countries they have more meanness and sharper claws than this poor dub. The reason I so enjoyed this book is, that it fairly glows with that peculiar and generally misplaced and unintelligent kindness which is so peculiarly American. (For a hundred years we have been begging all the crooks and incompetents in the world to come over to us and be happy. Well, we've got them). What is worse is that we've got their grandsons, and with the right kind of political manipulation they'll do us all in very nicely. Anyhow, I'd rather live and die in such a silly soft-hearted ⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ country than in any other. Wouldn't you? All the same we are in a tight fix just now, though not many of the people you meet on your lecture tour will realize it. They will tell you that "things will come out all right", just because they always have.

Please come and have tea with me when you get back.

Your obliged Willa Cather
From W. Cather 570 Park Avenue8 New York, N.Y.2 Mr. Sinclair Lewis,1 Hotel Wyndham, 42 W. 58th Street, New York City.2 NEW YORK.N.Y.2 JAN 14 1938 2-PM Please ForwardPLEASE FORWARD