Dylan Thomas would have been 98 today. I've been reading his
Selected Letters, but having so much other reading I need to do for my book projects I'm still only on his early life, when he was a 20 year-old unknown. He had gotten a few of his poems published, but his first book wasn't out yet. The letters are full of youthful enthusiasm and affectation, but are wonderfully written. He's pretty scathing on editors and the publishing process. Poor editorial taste? Heaps of rejections? Slow response? Even slower payment? It looks like some things never change.
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