As I said in my recent post on the long correspondence I had with Anais, when we talked of turning our letters into a book her biggest enthusiasm was that we bring attention to the genius of Marguerite Young, and most of all to the great novel published by Scribners in 1965. It was agreed that Marguerite was at the center of our book. Going through the materials to prepare myself for the task of beginning this work, I came upon this extraordinary document: a Sympathy Card which Marguerite sent to me when her Mother died. The text reads:
"Dearest Wayne My beautiful little fairy tale mother is gone - suddently - without warning - and I feel that now I must die.
The re-reading of this and feeling the embossed silver letters "In Deepest Sympathy" evoke a profound sense of, not loss really, but of a poetic nostalgia for all dead loves and all remembered things because nothing of Marguerite will ever be lost, it being inscribed, as she would have said, on memory's whirling disc. All these years later, this stark cry acts as a talisman propelling me forward to define the very center of our book.