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#3148: Willa Cather to Allan Nevins, May 23, 1934

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⬩W⬩S⬩C⬩ My dear Mr. Nevins1:

I have often regretted that when I met you at the Strunskys'3 I did not tell you how much I enjoyed reading your FREÉMONT4. I read the book several years ago when I was staying at the Fairmont Hotel5 in San Francisco6 - there couldn't have been a better place to read it. I was seeing a good many people and usually came in late, but I always read for an hour or so before I went to bed, and I remember the reading of that book with very especial pleasure. It has a splendid swing and vitality, and certainly made the people of the period live before my eyes. I thought you had caught the spirit and the swagger (a delightful kind of swagger, after all) and thrown yourself into it and had a good time. I thought you caught exactly the right tone - the only tone which can at all make one feel a the thrill of that kind time in America. The story of these people written coldly with a touch of academic superciliousness would miss everything that makes their story so well worth telling. I am glad you did it before the wrong person got after it.

The night I met you at Mrs. Strunsky's I had a badly sprained hand, and it was beginning to be so painful that I did not feel in a very conversational mood. The hurt proved to be quite serious, and my hand was in splints from that time until about a week ago.

Very cordially yours, Willa Cather