Paris August 24, 1937

Dear Mr. Cooney,
Just got your letter from San Cristobal -
and tell me, is Aldous Huxley still there?
I have been trying to reach him and lost all
traces.
...
... By the way, are
you going to pay your contributors or not?
I am curious. But it is not a determining
factor, please understand.
I have asked Miss Saunders to lend you
her copies of Tropic and of Black Spring,
if she possibly can. If not, let me know,
and I shall try to get you them some other
way. You know that the censor himself is
working on Morris Ernst, or rather working
on his partner, Alexander Lindey. Do
you know either of them?
I doubt very much, if at the present
moment, you can publish my books serially
in America. I would like it, to be sure, but
I am fairly certain you will only kill your
magazine. Better wait until after you have read
the books. There are, of course, good big
blocks, especially in Black Spring, which
might be published.
...
Do you know my friend John Nichols,
the painter, at Woodstock? A rum bird,
with a great sense of humor and a wonderful
gift of the gab.
....
... It's going to be a strange magazine.

Cordially yours,
Henry Miller