FPG's Letters to A. L. Phelps




133. 1930:
Ottawa, Ont.    January 17, 1930


My dear A.L.P.,

This will still be business. I want to publish 3 vols. next fall:

•  Fiction - Mrs. Wallis.
•  Poetry - ??
•  General Literature - preferably history or criticism

re (2) : Do you know Kirk's little opus THE TIDE of LIFE? If so, what do you think of it?
re (3) : Do you know anything in the world that's good and hasn't been printed yet?

I don't care whether the stuff sells. I've $20 000 to spend on that sort of thing: and I am firmly convinced that I can ultimately sell what's good . Have you anything your own self?

Now another thing. I am going to send you another piece of Mrs. Wallis'. She, of course, want to publish 3 or 4 books this year, thinking that my acceptance will open many doors to her. I can't admit that. But the point is that I have recommended "There Came a Mortal" to 3 different publishers myself in my former capacity as a reader; never disguising the fact that all I can see in it is promise rather than achievement. But I'd like to have your report on it.

Further: Would you undertake to give me a little "blurb" on The Exquisite Gift? SIGNED . I should like to have signed blurbs for my catalogue and jackets: careful, balanced work instead of superfluities. Just as I notify my authors who is going to read and report on their work and send them copy of such reports: I have made some of them thoroughly mad; but I don't care: the more they know of the truth, the sooner will they quit writing.

My first catalogue is going to be a little work of art: mighty little. It'll cost over $1000. I am listing not only my books published by myself, but books from all Can-publishers - good books: Search for America & Daily Bread among them, even though I do it myself. By the way, have you seen the Search for England and Search for Scotland ? Amusing, is it not?

We've just moved into a tiny apartment: 447 Somerset W. Do break your rule of silence. I need encouragement, having given up writing to make bread & butter. Mrs. G. is more dissatisfied than ever: nothing to do . I hate this sort of thing. But.

As ever,
F.P.G.