Series of twelve autograph letters signed ("Henry"), plus two typed letters, to his fellow novelist and schoolmate Anthony Powell ("Dear Tony"), the first nine letters dating from 1927-29, three referring to his novel Living, the first written in a break from actual writing ("...This is a pause for breath between two chapters... I have only about another 8000 words & my bloody book is done. It is really rather good this time – for a change from the other one, but I doubt anyone will publish it. I am told on good authority that novels about the working classes are unplaceable..."), the same letter describing the industrial conditions that form the setting of the novel as well as taking a sideswipe at their Eton contemporary Robert Byron ("...Unemployment is getting very bad in Birmingham & walking through the streets one finds everywhere an extraordinary atmosphere in the street of sullenness & ill-will. How people like Robert can still go on touring Europe (he is in Czech Slovakia) with all these exciting things going on at home I cant understand. What's more I now dread the next book from him. What it will be like when he has the money to discover America I tremble to think. At the same time I've really never laughed so much before as I did with his article in the Scottish number of Vogue..."), the letter ending: "just lately I have been working close on 11 hours a day & when I have written a letter I can't, for some unexplainable reason, do any serious writing afterwards"; the next reference to Living being in a letter that also comments on Waugh's recently-published Decline and Fall as well as on their contemporaries Byron and Connolly ("...Only one thing has happened which is that my book is as good as written now, there's only about another 1000 words to do, & that I leave this place [The Farringdon Works], I hope for ever, in a fortnight's time. I feel rather like a girl who has done with her finishing school. After Christmas I hope to be in London for ever./ Evelyn's book was very amusing & most amusing of all was Brian's taking himself for Captain Grimes. Evelyn & his wife are coming for the weekend next week, so is Robert. I have a feeling of absolute horror about it. I loathe Robert for his absolutely incredible vulgarity & Mrs Waugh's a very silly piece./ The idea of coming to London terrifies me./ Cyril's book is pretty sure to be bad, no one with a face & a manner like that can hope to see anything but fear, pity or loathing in anyone he meets, & so his book will be full of those 3 things. Also, have you got that feeling? I have a violent prejudice against people who live ½ the year out of England..."), this letter ending: "I'm violently depressed & have been for the last month or two. My fucking novel is absolutely mediocre"; the third letter about Living thanking Powell for his help in securing publication ("...It's very good of you & I will, if I may, let you see the contract they fix up with me for my new book. I shall talk with portentous solemnity to old Dent & try everything on with him. There'd be no point in you seeing the old contract, it would only fill me with vain regrets to hear how iniquitous it was..."); Living apart, other topics covered in these letters of 1927-29 include his encounters on the London literary scene courtesy of Ottoline Morrell ("...Otto monopolised me in London & while I was there I met nearly every literary man who was in London... A. Huxley was even more boring than his brother. Elliot [sic] a broken man..."), his brother Gerald's entanglement with Aleister Crowley ("...he is back in the market with Crowley's memoirs, He tells me of one passage which describes the summoning of a plague of beetles onto a moor in Scotland. This sounds the sort of rubbish which should sell..."), publication of Byron's The Station [by Powell's firm Duckworth] ("...without exception, the worst book I've ever read. Its review however are terrific & to an outsider it looks as if you must be making a fortune out of it.."), a trip to New Orleans and New York with his father ("...I can't tell you how bloody it is travelling with a man of 60... I wish this filthy trip were over..."), encounters with American girls ("...The astonishing thing about American women is the way they tell you all about themselves. On the boat a girl told me & told me again all about her life every evening from 9 till 12. The boredom was indescribable..."), etc.; in later letters Green congratulates Powell on his Agents and Patients ("...It really is a book which anyone who cares for a piece of work properly done will treasure. I could not detect one false note in it & your command over material which could so easily fall back into the ludicrous or farcical makes the whole thing a joy..."), announces his engagement and congratulates Powell on his coming marriage ("...You are going to have some pretty funny brothers in law & I suppose you will get Henry's picture of you as a wedding present..."); the last two typed letters, one of which is signed, written in support of a subscription for John Lehmann; together with letters by Paul Bailey and others to Powell about the letters and thanking him for copies, c.24 pages, some torn or frayed but with little or no loss of text, 4to and 8vo, Birmingham, London and New Orleans, nine letters 1927-29, three 1934-41, the last two 1952