A collection of correspondences with Maxwell Perkins from Scribner's on his work, finances + loans, marketing strategy, endless requests + whining, letters to his Princeton colleague and literary critic Edmund Wilson, critiques and advices to his homie Hemingway, Scottie his daughter, John Beale Bishop, etc. No matter what it is, it's always written... gorgeously?
One can only wish to write like this. (an irrefutable asshole though)
“You and I have been happy; we haven’t been happy just once, we’ve been happy a thousand times. The chances that spring, that’s for everyone, like in the popular songs, may belong to us too – the chances are pretty bright at this time because as usual, I can carry most of contemporary literary opinion, liquidated, in the hollow of my hand – and when I do, I see the swan floating on it and – I find it to be you and you only.”