Of Shame and Joy

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Those eight lines constitute the complete text of "The Sick Rose," published by William Blake in Songs of Experience in 1794. I took to Blake early on, and thought Of Crimson Joy would make a dandy title. I accordingly fastened it on this novel when I sent the manuscript to Harry Shorten at Midwood. Someone there changed the title to Of Shame and Joy, and while I was a tad annoyed at the time, I have to say they made the right call. Of Shame and Joy's not only a better title, it's a damn good one.

Well, the Provincetown setting came from a two-day trip while I was living at the Rio. This girl whom I knew vaguely was going there, and I decided to join her. I remember we took a Greyhound bus, and that her name either was or wasn't Suzy. (But then that's true of almost everyone, isn't it?)

Of Shame and Joy has never been republished since its appearance as a Midwood Book, and I'm glad to be able to bring it out again - not least of all for the opportunity to use the wonderful Paul Rader cover. Isn't it gorgeous? And Barbara Nevins Taylor brings the story richly and warmly to life.