Found this yesterday in a bottom
drawer I haven’t opened for lo these many years.
First off, the
stamp. A quick google tells us that the buying
power of that stamp today would be 29 cents, so it really was a bargain. And let's consider what service it bought..
For starters, I hadn’t
been on the faculty at Westbrook for more than a year.
Next, there’s no street
address given -- and in addition, we'd moved just a few
months before.And – my last name was no longer Handleman.
That envelope reached me just fine.
So what did the letter say? I re-read it last week – can’t seem to find
it now. Maybe it got into the throw-out
pile.
In it, that literary agent assured
me he was still interested in the book I was writing. I seem to remember he'd contacted me after seeing an
article I’d written in a national magazine,
and we had indeed discussed a book. But
what do you suppose it was to be about?Beats me.
By the date of that postmark I’d married and was happy as clam with a new baby.
Did not publish my first book until 30 years later. It was a real estate textbook.
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