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Dear Andre,<ref>{{NM}}’s letter to [[w:André Deutsch|Andre Deutsch]] is the first to lay out the plan of serial publication of a novel in ''Esquire'' followed by hard cover publication by Dial Press and soft cover publication by Dell Books. Deutsch (1918–2000) was the principal director of Andre Deutsch Limited, Mailer’s British publisher from 1959–1966.</ref> | Dear Andre,<ref>{{NM}}’s letter to [[w:André Deutsch|Andre Deutsch]] is the first to lay out the plan of serial publication of a novel in ''Esquire'' followed by hard cover publication by Dial Press and soft cover publication by Dell Books. Deutsch (1918–2000) was the principal director of Andre Deutsch Limited, Mailer’s British publisher from 1959–1966.</ref> | ||
First, a long belated thank you for the cook books, which Beverley<ref>Mailer married | First, a long belated thank you for the cook books, which Beverley<ref>Mailer married Beverly Bentley (1930–2018), his fourth wife, in December 1963.</ref> received with glee and from which I expect to draw dividends over the years. They are, by the way, damn good books. I read parts of a few of them just for pleasure. They stack up very nicely against Robbe-Grillet.<ref>[[w:Alain Robbe-Grillet|Alain Robbe-Grillet]] (1922–2008) was a French novelist known for the flat, objective descriptions of his novels.</ref> | ||
Much has happened since I saw you and doubtless you’ve had wind of it. I came to the grim conclusion over the summer that I was just not going to be able to do the big book well, considering my financial situation, because although the advance royalties were quite decent I still would have been able to work only two weeks a month on the novel and the other two weeks would have to be given over to getting my pen hired for the best going price, or else giving lectures for fees. These secondary activities are always chancy and they open the danger of using up more effort than is commensurate. So I decided the only way out of my impasse was to dare a bold stroke. I contracted to do a novel in eight installments for ''Esquire'', talked Walter<ref>Walter Minton was the president of Putnam’s, Mailer’s American publisher for four of his books from 1955–1967, but not, as the letter indicates, ''An American Dream'', which was still unnamed at that time. </ref> into releasing me for one book, and managed to sell this absolutely unwritten work for an incredible sum to Dial and Dell. This is in the strictest confidence, but they are paying me $125,000 against the hard cover and paperback rights and so of course this solves my difficulties for a year or two, or ideally three or four. Now all I have to do is write a first-rate novel in eight months, and I can tell you this gives me pause. At any rate, I won’t be working on the big novel<ref>This book in the one Mailer promised in ''[[Advertisements for Myself]]'' (1959), a novel “fired to its fuse by the rumor that once I pointed to the farthest fence and said that within ten years I would try to hit the longest ball ever to go up into the accelerated hurricane air of our American letters.”</ref> for about a year (I think I’ll need four months to recuperate from the next eight months) and that was why I told Cy<ref>[[w:Charles Rembar|Charles “Cy” Rembar]] (1915–2000) was Mailer’s first cousin, longtime lawyer and sometime literary agent, although it was Mailer’s new agent, [[w:Scott Meredith|Scott Meredith]] (1923–1993), who helped broker the deal with Dial and Dell after Mailer himself had successfully proposed the idea to [[w:Harold Hayes|Harold Hayes]] (1926–1989), the editor of ''Esquire''.</ref> to tell you that I didn’t wish to draw royalty payments yet. | Much has happened since I saw you and doubtless you’ve had wind of it. I came to the grim conclusion over the summer that I was just not going to be able to do the big book well, considering my financial situation, because although the advance royalties were quite decent I still would have been able to work only two weeks a month on the novel and the other two weeks would have to be given over to getting my pen hired for the best going price, or else giving lectures for fees. These secondary activities are always chancy and they open the danger of using up more effort than is commensurate. So I decided the only way out of my impasse was to dare a bold stroke. I contracted to do a novel in eight installments for ''Esquire'', talked Walter<ref>Walter Minton was the president of Putnam’s, Mailer’s American publisher for four of his books from 1955–1967, but not, as the letter indicates, ''An American Dream'', which was still unnamed at that time. </ref> into releasing me for one book, and managed to sell this absolutely unwritten work for an incredible sum to Dial and Dell. This is in the strictest confidence, but they are paying me $125,000 against the hard cover and paperback rights and so of course this solves my difficulties for a year or two, or ideally three or four. Now all I have to do is write a first-rate novel in eight months, and I can tell you this gives me pause. At any rate, I won’t be working on the big novel<ref>This book in the one Mailer promised in ''[[Advertisements for Myself]]'' (1959), a novel “fired to its fuse by the rumor that once I pointed to the farthest fence and said that within ten years I would try to hit the longest ball ever to go up into the accelerated hurricane air of our American letters.”</ref> for about a year (I think I’ll need four months to recuperate from the next eight months) and that was why I told Cy<ref>[[w:Charles Rembar|Charles “Cy” Rembar]] (1915–2000) was Mailer’s first cousin, longtime lawyer and sometime literary agent, although it was Mailer’s new agent, [[w:Scott Meredith|Scott Meredith]] (1923–1993), who helped broker the deal with Dial and Dell after Mailer himself had successfully proposed the idea to [[w:Harold Hayes|Harold Hayes]] (1926–1989), the editor of ''Esquire''.</ref> to tell you that I didn’t wish to draw royalty payments yet. | ||