Regular readers know of my love of great literary correspondences. As I dig out and prep my PEN posts and tend to other business, I'll be sharing a few random letters from Columbia University Press's lovely The Letters of Sylvia Beach. Like this one:
October 8, 1929
Joyce would telephone to you if you had one. He asked me to ask you and Pauline to go to their house this evening at about nine. He hopes you will excuse the invitation coming at the last minute, but the party is quite impromptu, They only just now decided to have you. He hopes you are free.
(Please excuse scrawl)
Heady days, eh?
For more letters, check out the New Yorker's recent selection of letters by Saul Bellow.
Back to work I go. More anon. And thanks to all those who attended Marisa Silver's reading Monday night in NY!