What Donald Justice knows is that you have to be a writer all alone, whether you live alone or not. What saved Franny, too, was that she didn’t have to be a star alone. What saved Franny was not just that being a star is easier than being a writer. She knew her work wasn’t as lovable as she was, and Lilly would have preferred it the other way around. In Lilly’s case, of course, her work was a letdown-and she knew it. But he couldn’t be as precise as his poems his poems are so stately, he’d have to be a letdown. And since something good and strong in him emerges in his poems, it would probably be disappointing to meet him. If what’s best and clearest in him isn’t in his poems, he wouldn’t be a very good writer. I always wanted to write Donald Justice a letter about that, but I think that seeing him-only once, and from a distance- should suffice. “You just be relaxed and hope that the you in you comes across.” For a writer, I guess, the you in you needs more nourishment to emerge. “You don’t have to do anything but be relaxed about who you are and trust that people will like you you just trust that they’ll get the you in you, Franny said. Being a star is easier,” Franny would say.
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