FPG's Letters to A. L. Phelps




67. 1925:
Rapid City, Man.    [November 1925]


Dear Phelps,

Ryersons sent me at last 7 copies of the book. I've never had less than 12. However, I've inserted one for you. I had, already, from Toronto, heard in a round-about way that you were "doing" the review for the Saturday Night. Deacon's said to have said, "Phelps view of Grove's book is a wonder".

All that will help.

The trouble is, though I'm up, I have the blues. But I can't be in bed just now. In my usual restless way I've abandoned the Daily Bread for the moment and am so exited about "Guilt" (is that "a new one on you"? There are more behind) that I can neither sleep nor work nor eat. I haven't read it for 10 years or so; and I seem to think that it, more fundamentally than anything else, expresses what I have to express. The Daily Bread seems stale compared to it. But never fear, I am going to bury it in about a day or two and put the bushers on again.

A good joke. I wanted a "motto" after that thing and wrote on the fly-leaf of Vol. 2:
"It [?] in a tale told by an idiot, full of sound & fury Signifying nothing".
As it stands "it" can't refer to anything but the book. The "idiot" is.who?

By the way, I wrote an answer to Pierce's letter - the one in which he reproached me for the fact that the book does not move and is "a disappointment", almost blaming me for the F.P. review which has disconcerted the Ryersons, etc. - but I did not send it. I shall want a month or so before I write him again. I was on the point of sending you the answer, but refrained.

What short story do you mean? La Grande Passion? That's something quite out of your line. I believe: a mere experiment in technique dear to my heart. I'll send it. I've sent Harper's 2 sketches from that bunch into which "Lost" belongs. I'll enclose copies with the other Ms. I don't think you know them? Entitled: "Water" and "The Teacher".

Well, thanks for your cheerful letter, and I'm very curious. Don't delay when you find your reviews anywhere but glide them along.

Yours,
F.P.G.