Dear Mr. Springsteen–
This is a fan letter–of sorts. I’ve always been an admirer of yours, for your musicianship, and for being one of the few sane guys in your field.
The immediate occasion is that my favorite nephew, Will Percy, has even a higher opinion of you. He is a level-headed perceptive young lawyer and generally knows what he is talking about.
Of particular interest is from learning–from an article in America, the Jesuit weekly–that you are Catholic. If this is true, and I am too, it would appear that the two of us are rarities in our professions: you as a post-modern musician, I as a writer, a novelist and philosopher.
This is to say only that I am most interested in your spiritual journey, and if there is any other material about it, I’d be obliged if you will tell me.
Unfortunately, I have cancer and am taking radiation for it. I am far from well and am not able yet to receive visitors.
Since I don’t know your address I am handing this to Will who says he knows where to send it.
All my best wishes for your superb career.
The sort of goodwill conservatism exhibited here–“one of the few sane guys in your field”; calling Springsteen’s music “post-modern”–is typical of Percy, the ultimate gentleman of 20th century letters. It took Springsteen eight years to respond, and by that time, Percy was long dead. However, the Boss’s letter to Percy’s widow is preserved: