![FAULKNER, William. Autograph letter signed ("W. Faulkner") to Paul Romaine, Culver City, Calif., [2 June 1932] and Typed letter signed ("W. Faulkner") to Paul Romaine, Oxford, Miss., [18 March 1932]. Together 2 pages, 4to, one on Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer stationery, both with original envelopes, one envelope signed ("W. Faulkner"). Cloth slipcase.](https://www.christies.com/img/LotImages/2010/NYR/2010_NYR_02328_0052_000(faulkner_william_autograph_letter_signed_to_paul_romaine_culver_city_c062654).jpg?w=1)
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FAULKNER, William. Autograph letter signed ("W. Faulkner") to Paul Romaine, Culver City, Calif., [2 June 1932] and Typed letter signed ("W. Faulkner") to Paul Romaine, Oxford, Miss., [18 March 1932]. Together 2 pages, 4to, one on Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer stationery, both with original envelopes, one envelope signed ("W. Faulkner"). Cloth slipcase.
"THE WORD FROM HEMINGWAY IS SPLENDID"
FAULKNER GRIPES ABOUT SIGNING COPIES OF the forthcoming Salmagundi. "Thank you for the check," Faulkner tells Romaine, the publisher of Salmagundi. "Excuse my not writing sooner, but I have been sick. Certainly I'll sign a few for you. I hate to be stingy, but the damned autograph is like cotton down here: the more you make, the less it is worth, the less you get for it. And I have got to live on either it or cotton and I cant make anything farming. Le[t] it be a mighty few, and I'll do better for you later on in something else. I will appreciate my complimentary copies. The word from Hemingway is splendid." In granting permission to include his poem, "Ultimately," Hemingway remarked to Romaine that Faulkner was going well and sounded like a "good skate." "This is the second time," Faulkner continues, "he has said something about me that I wish I had thought to say first." He hopes Romaine can come to Oxford, "an out-of-way town," as he calls it. "But I'll be glad to see you if you should straggle off into these wilds." Three months later he has received his first copies. "Thank you for the note. I have seen the books here, and like it. So please send my copies to my Oxford, Miss. address, where I shall return in about 2 months and send the check to me here, care of the above [M.G.M.]. Thank you again."
Hemingway was not so flattering a few months later when his own complimentary copy of the book had yet to arrive. "The address here is Cooke, Montana," he barks at Romaine. "I have never received a copy of the book of Faulkner's early crap--nor was it the package at Havana, which was forwarded. Was it ever really sent? Since no son of a bitch has ever asked permission to reprint, promising a copy of the volume, has ever sent a volume so pardon my skepticisms" (Hemingway, Selected Letters 9 Aug. 1932). (2)
"THE WORD FROM HEMINGWAY IS SPLENDID"
FAULKNER GRIPES ABOUT SIGNING COPIES OF the forthcoming Salmagundi. "Thank you for the check," Faulkner tells Romaine, the publisher of Salmagundi. "Excuse my not writing sooner, but I have been sick. Certainly I'll sign a few for you. I hate to be stingy, but the damned autograph is like cotton down here: the more you make, the less it is worth, the less you get for it. And I have got to live on either it or cotton and I cant make anything farming. Le[t] it be a mighty few, and I'll do better for you later on in something else. I will appreciate my complimentary copies. The word from Hemingway is splendid." In granting permission to include his poem, "Ultimately," Hemingway remarked to Romaine that Faulkner was going well and sounded like a "good skate." "This is the second time," Faulkner continues, "he has said something about me that I wish I had thought to say first." He hopes Romaine can come to Oxford, "an out-of-way town," as he calls it. "But I'll be glad to see you if you should straggle off into these wilds." Three months later he has received his first copies. "Thank you for the note. I have seen the books here, and like it. So please send my copies to my Oxford, Miss. address, where I shall return in about 2 months and send the check to me here, care of the above [M.G.M.]. Thank you again."
Hemingway was not so flattering a few months later when his own complimentary copy of the book had yet to arrive. "The address here is Cooke, Montana," he barks at Romaine. "I have never received a copy of the book of Faulkner's early crap--nor was it the package at Havana, which was forwarded. Was it ever really sent? Since no son of a bitch has ever asked permission to reprint, promising a copy of the volume, has ever sent a volume so pardon my skepticisms" (Hemingway, Selected Letters 9 Aug. 1932). (2)