1979 Letter from Louise Brooks to James Mulcahy
July 25, 1979
Dear Jimmy- you made me laugh- hollering about the "worst lovers- Irish,"- if I had known you would read the New Yorker profile, I would have added, "Except for Jimmy Mulcahy."
So Glennon is dead. I have heard nothing since he turned up here in the spring of 1966, medium drunk, unshaven in a long black coat. I threw him firmly out.
But he has had my exact address from the time I moved to Rochester in 1956. And private phone number.
When I asked Glennon about you he said you appeared occasionally at the bar without giving him an address for me.
William Shawn, the editor of the New Yorker, has forced me to the typewriter, writing my memoirs.
When you phone I will tell you how you are responsible for my allowance from 1954.