A Letter from Paul Auster

When I was an editor at the magazines, primarily Pulse!, published by Tower Records, I occasionally sought out writers other than professional critics to write for us, in particular musicians and novelists. The list of novelists who did wasn’t a long one, but it was a respectable one, including as it did Jonathan Lethem, Richard Kadrey, Geoff Nicholson, and the late David Bowman, among others. One who declined was Paul Auster, and in some ways I’m glad he did. Had he said yes to my invitation, I’d only have had an article. But because Auster said no, back in October 1993, I have this letter, postmarked from Brooklyn:

And if the script of his fountain pen is difficult to read, here is the text:

Oct. 6, ’93

Dear Mr. Weidenbaum:

Many thanks for your kind letter. I can’t tell you how touched I was by your invitation. Music is probably the most important thing in my life — more important even than books …

But how to write about it? I’ve tried to do it, but have never managed to say anything that made any sense. Perhaps the real power of music for me is that it resists the grasp of words — and therefore continues to renew itself, endlessly.

If anything ever comes to me for an article or story, I will let you know. But I’m afraid it’s not too likely; so, please don’t count on me. But I am enormously grateful to you for your thinking of me.

With warm regards —

Paul Auster