Monday, November 30th., George Street, London.
I had a letter from Gide a few days ago, and wrote back to him today.
His
letter gave me the greatest satisfaction, and I told him so. No
appreciation that I have ever received, Conrad's included, has given me
greater pleasure than Gide's. He has the idea that I have adopted a new
manner of writing. Well, perhaps I have but it is rather that I am
older, a little wiser, and rather less constrained by convention; at
least that is how I see it. There were definite symptoms in "The Pretty
Lady" and it may be that was where he got the idea from. Some younger
men are inclined to think it my best novel; it isn't.
My film is progressing and I am visiting ateliers. This first film will be nothing but when I have broken down the outer defences of the trade I hope to do something better. I told Gide so, and also mentioned the flurry of activity around my work in Paris at the moment. Probably he already knew. That man Lanoire has translated several of my books and Grasset is to publish them. God knows how they will read in French.
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