Mickey Knox, April 19, 1964

::::::::::::::::::::142 Columbia Heights
::::::::::::::::::::Brooklyn 1, New York
::::::::::::::::::::April 19, 1964
Dear Mickey,
Yes, you did win a bet, and in fact everyone in town has come around to remind
me that I owe them money. I must have made twenty bets it would be a girl. Mike is 30
days old now and very alert. He moves like a boxer. I threw three left hooks to his cheek
and on the fourth he brought up his right to block it. Karate I leave to you. He kicks like a
Georgia mule. He’s got my head and will probably have my forehead, Bev’sBeverly Bentley Mailer is the fourth wife of Norman Mailer. eyes and
nose, his upper lip is like mine, and the lower lip and chin belong to the mother. It’s weird
watching him make a face because some of his expressions are identical to Bev’s. She
claims many of his expressions are like mine, but of course I’d be the last to see that.
I’ve got something funny to tell you about the birth. When I spoke to AdeleAdele Morales Mailer is the mother of Mailer’s second and third children, Danielle “Dandy” and Elizabeth Anne “Betsy”. about
it I told her that Beverly had four tough hours at the peak of labor, but a good strong
delivery, and was feeling fine. When Adele saw Beverly she said, “Norman tells me you
had a dreadful time.” If there’s anything worse than a woman, it’s an ex-wife.
Incidentally, Adele says she’s planning to visit you and Joan for a month or two
this summer. If it isn’t that big a drag, try to convince Adele (that’s a joke, son) to stay on
in Europe an extra month and go around traveling. Get her fired up on seeing something
or other. The reason is that I would like to have Dandy and Betsy for two months this
summer instead of one, and probably won’t be able to if Adele comes flying back like a
scared rabbit. I know that’s no easy matter to accomplish, but see what you can do. If you
can get Joan to think it’s her idea, and work on Adele, I think that you may be more
successful than counting on Adele’s vast deep affection for you.
The serial goes on. I’m now in installment seven. The fifth, sixth, and seventh
installments are fairly good, but I feel they’re not up to the first four, and I’ve lost the
chance I had to write a really major novel. On the other hand, I don’t think I could have
brought in a really good book in eight installments, and I know I wouldn’t have had the
strength to go on for twelve. It’s been an incredible push because I’ve had to write
figuratively with a locked wrist, since there was no time to explore and follow the kind of
incidental bent which two times out of three leads you up a blind alley and then discovers
a bigger book within the book. Anyway, I still think it’s going to be one of the best books
written in a long time.
I saw the Clay-Liston fight, but won’t do a piece on it because there hasn’t been
time. A pity. I think I could have done something good.
I hope Joan’s pregnancy is not making her too impatient. I think you’re going to
love having a kid, and will be much more of a father than you expect. Be prepared,
however, for a very bad month or two. I’ve never known a woman who doesn’t go into a
deep depression after the birth of her child, particularly the first child. They feel as if the
bottom has dropped out of everything, and unless you’re prepared for it as something
which is as much physiological as psychological, you’re going to be miserable.
::::::::::::::::::::Norm
P.S. How much do I owe you?
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