<DIV><DIV>The timeless exchange of advice and friendship between two of our greatest literary talents<BR><BR><I>Dear Leslie: Of course I can't know whether or not the world looks strange to God. But sometimes it looks strange to me.<BR></I><BR></DIV><DIV>Leslie Marmon Silko and James Wright met only twice. First, briefly, in 1975, at a writers' conference in Michigan. Their cor?respondence began three years later, after Wright wrote to Silko praising her book<I> Ceremony</I>. The letters began formally, and then each writer gradually opened to the other, sharing his or her life, work, and struggles. The second meeting between the two writers came in a hospital room, as Wright lay dying of cancer.<BR><BR><I>The New York Times</I> wrote something of Wright that applies to both writers—of qualities that this exchange of letters makes evident: “Our age desperately needs his vision of brotherly love, his transcendent sense of nature, the clarity of his courageous voice.”</DIV></DIV>