May 28, 1932 South Harvey, Michigan

I hate melodrama. The only thing that I hate more intensely than melodrama and spinach is myself. You think perhaps that I am insane?I am. But I have my pen; I am in my element and I defy you. (Here there is a lengthy pause, a gusty sigh, and the indomitable Bellow rolls on in all his fullness and strength.)

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As of late there has been a noticeable rift between us. It seems that the incorrigible [Nathan] Goldstein is uneasy. It seems that in the presence of others you are too lavish in your affection toward him. The situation indeed is critical. (By the way, Yetta, make it a point to show this to Goldstein.)

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We may still be casual friends. But some day when I am in my dotage and you are many chinned and obese we may be reconcied. In the Interim be happy – if my notorious skepticism allows me, I too will endeavor to find contentment with Pearl.

So Yetta,
It is Good-bye –

You are at liberty to do as you like with this letter.

After staring at its 600-page heft for a few months, I’m diving deep into “Letters” by Saul Bellow. See you in April.