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REMEMBRANCES OF MARY LEE SETTLE Starling Lawrence Mary Lee must have been in her early eighties when I first met her, and we--W. W Norton & Company--had just bought the rights to what would turn out to be her luminous final novel, I, Roger Williams. I don't remember much about the meeting itself, except that I felt a bit faint afterward because--as I would learn--Mary Lee had a tendency to suck all the oxygen out of whatever room she happened to be in. Someone, a colleague, asked me what she was like. Wasn't she really old? "Old maybe," I replied, "but if she ever had any more marbles than she has right now, I don't want to know about it." She and I went on to have a wonderful, rewarding friendship for the rest of her life, a friendship based on so many things: books and writing; food, wine, and garlic; her literary projects and mine (about which she was unfailingly generous and encouraging.) Her enthusiasm for life and the things and people she loved would have been remarkable in a person half her age. Well, great spirits--and she was certainly one of those--are not always easy to
Appalachian Review – University of North Carolina Press
Published: Jan 8, 2006
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