The timeless exchange of advice and friendship between two of our greatest literary talents
Dear Leslie: Of course I can’t know whether or not the world looks strange to God. But sometimes it looks strange to me.
Leslie Marmon Silko and James Wright met only twice. First, briefly, in 1975, at a writers’ conference in Michigan. Their cor?respondence began three years later, after Wright wrote
to Silko praising her book Ceremony. The letters began formally, and then each writer gradually opened to the other, sharing his or her life, work, and struggles. The second meeting
between the two writers came in a hospital room, as Wright lay dying of cancer.
The New York Times wrote something of Wright that applies to both writers—of qualities that this exchange of letters makes evident: “Our age desperately needs his vision of brotherly
love, his transcendent sense of nature, the clarity of his courageous voice.”
