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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. | 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> | 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. |