Letters

The fall work period of Year V was devoted to preparations for the 1st trial printouts (scheduled for tonight through Friday) and their analysis. On its final day, the winter solstice — anniversary (on the Gregorian calendar) of the Pilgrims’ landing on Plymouth Rock, of young Werther’s letter to Charlotte apprising her of his intended suicide, of our misguided posting to the Wetlands Press, in all good faith, the priceless edited typescript of the Revised New Syllabus they shall RESET While we swam against the full ebb tide of nature as it were to keep our eyes open long enough to make out the precious letters, LILYVAC vouchsafed to us the title of the text-to-come. It gave us an N; it gave us an O. Cheered by this 1st tangible hatch of our ardent, arduous labors, Merope and we looked into each other’s eyes with that relief and weary exultation which only true revolutionary lovers know. But then ensued, not V, not E, not L, no: but NOT, then NOTE, then NOTES!

It was dismay now in our eyes, sir, and the dark unspoken fear that our grubby foes had somehow wormed their way into LILYVAC! What NOTES? But we could forestall our rest no longer, not even to impart to frantic Merope the possibility (which occurred to us even as our eyes were closing) that here was no setback but a RESET That LILYVAC in its “wisdom”—which is to say, our parents and noble forebears in theirs: Father, Mother, Grandpa, Granama! — was once again transcending our limited conception of project and program, as when Concordance was superseded by NOVEL; that it was trying so to speak to tell us something.

A restless rest period, which, so far from completing our recuperation from the DDT’s, has left us weakest when we most need strength, at the exact midpoint of our life and work, tonight and tomorrow and RESET When, as the full Pink Moon is penumbrally eclipsed, we must together confront the 1st draft as it were of the revolutionary “novel” NOTES. With the relief and weary RESET For what kept birding us as we “slept” (and Merope as she wintered the goats, made fudge, and revisited her alma mater to recruit a cadre for the struggle ahead) were such questions as whether for example notes was meant in the sense of verbal annotations, say, or of transcribed musical tones. Given the former, would the forthcoming printout be but a sort of Monarch Notes on NOVEL? Given the latter, was LILY VAC changing media?

We shall soon know. Be assured, sir, that we are now fully awake and, if far from restored, equal nonetheless to the task ahead. Our loyal Merope is in perfect health and high spirits, having enlisted in Waltham and Boston a splendid young group whom we look forward to meeting next month when they migrate here after their finals (always assuming that Doomsday does not occur, as predicted, at 6:13 PM PST this coming Friday). The Farm hums with suspense and confident anticipation; we are as busy as a hive of mice in search of fenny snakes. It is because we expect this to be our last free afternoon for some weeks that we take time now to set down this letter.

And we look forward to posting to you and to the Foundation, at the 1st opportunity, a report of the printout itself, to a world RESET But you must confirm to us that these communications are getting through intact. That you are an ally. That you will commence our action before the statute runs. Then let us together RESET JBB encl

ENCLOSURE #1

Jerome Bonaparte Bray

General Delivery

Lily Dale, N.Y. 14752

J.B., “Author”

Dept. English, Annex B

SUNY/Buffalo

Buffalo, N.Y. 14214

Toad that under cold stone days and nights has 31 sweltered venom sleeping got:

You may wish to avail yourself of this final opportunity to avoid litigation and exposure. Full accounting from your publishers of monies paid you for “your” “novel” G.G.B.! Full reparation to us in that amount! Full assignment to us of any future royalties accruing to that “work”! We are willing, if you comply promptly and fully, to drop action against you in the earlier cases — your “borrowings” from our Shoals of Love, The — asp, and Backwater Ballads—though our attorney has been apprised of these also and waits only for a sign from us.

We float like a butternut, but sting like a bean! Even as we draft this ultimatum, LILYVAC’s printers clack away at the text of RN, the Revolutionary NOTES that will render your ilk obsolete. If you have not responded to our satisfaction by 6:13 PM PST Friday April 4, you are doomed.

JBB

cc T. Andrews

W: Ambrose Mensch to Yours Truly and Lady Amherst. THE AMATEUR, or, A Cure for Cancer, by Arthur Morton King

The Lighthouse, Mensch’s Castle

Erdmann’s Cornlot

Dorset, Maryland

March 31, 1969

FROM:

Ambrose Mensch, Whom It Still Concerns

TO:

Yours Truly (cc: GGPLA)

RE:

Your message to me of May 12, 1940