Posts Tagged ‘F. Scott Fitzgerald’
December 6, 2012 | by Sadie Stein
About ten years ago, after depositing my brother at camp, my parents found themselves in a junk shop in upstate New York. My dad came upon the following playbill for The Evil Eye: A Musical Comedy in Two Acts, presented by the Princeton University Triangle Club from 1915 to 1916. He opened the first page and noticed the following: “Book by Edmund Wilson, Jr., 1916,” and, a bit further down, “Lyrics by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1917.” Numbers like “Jump Off the Wall” and “Harris from Paris” may be lost to history, but we thought we’d share the program with you nevertheless!
November 9, 2012 | by Sadie Stein
October 24, 2012 | by Sadie Stein
September 12, 2012 | by Katherine Bernard
F. Scott Fitzgerald Attends the Alexander Wang Spring 2013 Show.
I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere sit in front of you at the Wang show:
—“So sorry, but the front row is reserved for bloggers. Writers are in the second.”
“I am most certainly a blogger.”
—“What’s your blog?”
“It’s called Tumblr. Keeps my readers in high spirits.”
[A pause; it endured horribly.]
I cannot accept that I’m to be deprived of half the view of a show that endures for a mere five minutes. Not to mention the insult of being told by an intern. In turn, I—
—“Hi, can I take a quick picture of your style for my blog? ”
—“Wait, don’t smile.”
“Oh, no, of course, I’m sorry.”
—“And who makes your suit and shoes?”
“Happens to be a rather confidential sort of thing. You can just put ‘vintage’.”
August 31, 2012 | by Sadie Stein
August 22, 2012 | by Casey N. Cep
The New Yorker made headlines this month by publishing “new” work by F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Thank You for the Light” had been rejected by the magazine in 1936 when Fitzgerald first submitted it, but editorial judgments—like love, pain, and kitchen knives—have a way of dulling over time.
“We’re afraid that this Fitzgerald story is altogether out of the question,” read the original note spurning the story. “It seems to us so curious and so unlike the kind of thing we associate with him, and really too fantastic.”
Resubmitted by Fitzgerald’s grandchildren, “Thank You for the Light” was, at least by Fitzgerald’s own standards, ready for publication. Its condition differs greatly from his final work, tentatively titled The Love of the Last Tycoon but published as The Last Tycoon in 1941. Fitzgerald died of a heart attack before he could finish the novel, so what went to press was a version of his incomplete draft, notes, and outlines pieced together by the literary critic Edmund Wilson. In his preface to the novel, Wilson wrote, “It has been possible to supplement this unfinished draft with an outline of the rest of the story as Fitzgerald intended to develop it.”