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Dear Lub,<ref>A college friend of Mailer’s sister Barbara, Lubell (1927-) met Mailer in 1946. In 1947, as an editor at Little, Brown, Naiman argued unsuccessfully against Bernard DeVoto for the acceptance of ''The Naked and the Dead'', published a year later by Rinehart. </ref> | Dear Lub,<ref>A college friend of Mailer’s sister Barbara, Lubell (1927-) met Mailer in 1946. In 1947, as an editor at Little, Brown, Naiman argued unsuccessfully against [[w:Bernard DeVoto|Bernard DeVoto]] for the acceptance of ''[[The Naked and the Dead]]'', published a year later by Rinehart.</ref> | ||
Your letter came just as I finished dictating a long series of letters this morning. It was a pleasure to read, almost as if I’d been given a reward for working so hard at so dull a task through the morning. I’m in a curious situation now which makes me accumulate my mail for a month or more, then answer it in a day. I’ve always done this, but now it takes on the sterner forms of discipline, because I’m engaged in a break-neck venture. I got into trouble financially and was in debt, and decided the only way out of it which would give me some kind of modest luxury—like spending $20 on a dinner for two without thinking about it, or buying theatre tickets when I felt like it—was to write a novel in serial for ''Esquire'', eight installments of ten thousand words each, and then sold the book before a word was written to Dial and Dell for $125,000 bucks. It seems that I am finally hot again as a property. For this next year I’m in the soup because this novel’s got to be fairly good or I’ll be ambushed by more crossfire than anybody I can think of in recent years, and indeed will deserve to get the worst, so I am off and writing. I’ve finished the first installment which is sheer cliff-hanger, and the second installment, which is sheer cliff-hanger. Can I keep it up? | Your letter came just as I finished dictating a long series of letters this morning. It was a pleasure to read, almost as if I’d been given a reward for working so hard at so dull a task through the morning. I’m in a curious situation now which makes me accumulate my mail for a month or more, then answer it in a day. I’ve always done this, but now it takes on the sterner forms of discipline, because I’m engaged in a break-neck venture. I got into trouble financially and was in debt, and decided the only way out of it which would give me some kind of modest luxury—like spending $20 on a dinner for two without thinking about it, or buying theatre tickets when I felt like it—was to write a novel in serial for ''Esquire'', eight installments of ten thousand words each, and then sold the book before a word was written to Dial and Dell for $125,000 bucks. It seems that I am finally hot again as a property. For this next year I’m in the soup because this novel’s got to be fairly good or I’ll be ambushed by more crossfire than anybody I can think of in recent years, and indeed will deserve to get the worst, so I am off and writing. I’ve finished the first installment which is sheer cliff-hanger, and the second installment, which is sheer cliff-hanger. Can I keep it up? | ||
Also my personal life has taken quite a turn. I’ve been living with a blonde actress named [[w:Beverly Bentley|Beverly Bentley]] since last March, and she is now pregnant, which we desired, and we’ll be married if and when I get a divorce from Jean.<ref>Mailer married his third wife, [[w:Jeanne Campbell|Lady Jean Campbell]] in April 1962; they were divorced in December 1963.</ref> For Campbell is being cute and difficult about it all. I won’t tell you anything more about Beverly for I’d rather you meet her and decide for yourself. I have a feeling you may like her. | |||
Finally I have a new book. It’s called ''The Presidential Papers'', and will be out in about ten days, and I’ll send you a copy this week—just so soon as I get some from the publisher. There’s only one important piece of writing in it, the last piece, which I think is pretty good. | When I last heard from you, the baddies had Lucky<ref>Lucky is Adeline’s husband, Mark Naiman.</ref> over a barrel. What has happened since? You make no mention of that in your letter. Give me the details if you have the chance. I’m curious. | ||
Finally I have a new book. It’s called ''[[The Presidential Papers]]'', and will be out in about ten days, and I’ll send you a copy this week—just so soon as I get some from the publisher. There’s only one important piece of writing in it, the last piece, which I think is pretty good.<ref>“The Metaphysics of the Belly” is a long, philosophical self-interview about art, digestion, disease, Hemingway, Picasso, technology and the soul. Mailer liked it enough to reprint it in ''[[Cannibals and Christians]]'', along with a new, companion self-interview, “The Political Economy of Time”.</ref> As for the rest, if you’re bored and want some top-flight intellectual action, why don’t you look up Malaquais,<ref>[[w:Jean Malaquais|Jean Malaquais]] was one of Mailer’s closest friends and his intellectual mentor. They met in Paris in 1947.</ref> who’s now living in Wellesley. His address is 1 Horton House, Washington Street. | |||
And forgive the flatness of this letter. It doesn’t mean I have no feeling for you, it just means I’m bored to death with writing letters. The trouble is I still enjoy receiving them. | And forgive the flatness of this letter. It doesn’t mean I have no feeling for you, it just means I’m bored to death with writing letters. The trouble is I still enjoy receiving them. | ||
:::::::::::::::Love,<br/> | ::::::::::::::::::::Love,<br/> | ||
:::::::::::::::Norman Mailer | ::::::::::::::::::::Norman Mailer | ||
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