Posts tagged ‘F. Scott Fitzgerald’

March 18, 2012

Boozing it Up on the Page

St. Patrick’s Day was yesterday and I nearly forgot unti I saw a guy wearing a green balloon hat and green suspenders. Had it been 12 years ago, my sister and I (who are something like 1/16 Irish) would be throwing a rager, complete with Bushmills, Guinness, green cookies, and dry ice pluming out of the toilet (we actually cracked the tank once. Yeah, not a smart move). These days, I boil some red cabbage if I even remember St. Patrick’s Day and look at my green dresses in the closet, then slip into a pair of jeans instead. Whatever.

In honor of St. Patrick’s Day benders, The Huffington Post published a piece on getting smashed in literature. Very entertaining. Highlights include Lucky Jim by Kingsley Amis, Hangover Square by Patrick Hamilton, and Money: A Suicide Note by Martin Amis.

My personal favorites would have to include The Great Gatsby, and possibly The Dharma Bums by Kerouac, but mostly John Cheever comes to mind,  particularly O Youth and Beauty!which remains one of the most tangible and touching stories on getting ripped I’ve ever read. Cheever wrote about booze like no one else.

February 6, 2012

F. Scott Fitz is Still all the Rage

Robert McCrumb over at The Guardian has written a fabulous piece on F. Scott Fitzgerald reflecting on his tenacity in our culture. Taking into account all the recent Fitzgerald-inspired works, including the play Gatz, Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris, and the upcoming film adaptation of The Great Gatsby, starring Leo DeCaprio, it’s proof that Fitzgerald is still on our minds.

He was on my mind a couple weeks ago when I was reading Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast.  Fitzgerald was featured a lot, driving around with Hemingway, and being a general pain in the ass.  I had no idea just how unstable Fitzgerald was. Of course, this could have been Hemingway’s interpretation of him.  I haven’t read up much on what Fitzgerald was like otherwise, but if Hemingway’s descriptions of him were any indication, bless Hemingway for putting up with him. Of course, I’ve heard some not-so-nice stuff about Hemingway as well. It’s all relative, I suppose.

But don’t get me wrong, I love Fitzgerald and think his stories are a work of art. He’s my mother’s favorite author so I’ve always had a soft spot for him. She and I even visited his gravesite together (see below). I am, however, very interested in knowing more about him and Zelda and the whole shebang now that Hemingway has whetted my appetite.

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