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Haifa, Carmel
10. xii. 37
Dear Father Freud,
The year shall not go out without my telling you how I have been getting on so far. Since I saw you my novel Einsetzung has appeared and you will have received a copy and you will be able to judge the effect of the last two sections and see how they have turned out. These were the two that cost me so much trouble when I was so exhausted on my trip to Europe. They prove to me once again that the realistic standards of someone with a knowledge of the reading public really meet the demands of form better than the writer himself is able to. The fact that the book is so rounded out and complete is really due to the matter-of-fact demands of the Americo-Hungarian Jew B. W. Hübsch.1 He told me that no reader could be expected to wait for two years to find out in the next novel what happened to the hero. But enough of this. A few days ago I received my first copies and they made a good, satisfactory impression on me. I have watched this novel maturing over ten years, without seeing it suffer damage, despite all my inhibitions, and I have put all my formative energy into the last two sections-all under your treasured and cherished patronage. And now I am having a break and being idle, going in to Tel Aviv to see Lily, who has now joined her husband there. I am taking pleasure in Dita and the children and in the wonderful country round us, and I am looking after my eyes in a cool but careful way.
Editor, The Viking Press, New York.