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#2141: Willa Cather to Roscoe Cather, [January 1939]

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No, my dear Roscoe1, it was not business troubles that I meant to write you about when I asked where you would be in January. Sometimes I wish to speak to you "personally", as you do to me in your letter which just came.

Since I have lost Isabelle3 there is now no one to whom I can show things to—no one who will take pleasures in pleasant recognition that comes my w way. Of course Alfred Knopf4 is 2always interested, but he takes the lofty stand that whatever I do is pretty good, and it's no matter what people say. While to me it does matter what some people say. People like Tweedsmuir5—because his book6 on Augustus Caesar7 seems to me the best piece of historical writing that has come along in years, and because he is a finished scholar.

The Swedish review8 is a fine piece9 of critical work because it tells exa exactly 3why the book10 was written as it was; the low tone, the respectful distance which I tried to keep between the characters and myself. And he11 is equally good on Lawrence12, whom I knew very well.

So if you are not too busy, I would like to send you such things from time to time. The Menuhins13 are like Alfred—they think high praise comes naturally to me, as to them. A few years ago Yehudi14 told a reporter that his favorite authors were Victor Hugo15 and Willa Cather!


But you know it's a long road from Red Cloud16 to any sort of finish.

Look the enclosures over when you have liesure and a good cigar, and when you and Meta17 have read them, mail them back to me, registered post.

Lovingly Willie

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