Why the nostalgia? So many books being written and movies, shot in sepia-tinted sighs, and even infographics and recipe books. And LOTS of blogs. Show me the very, very sober editors who had to deal with these writers. (I am not sourcing today, as I am trying to actually-really finish my next book*. Sourcing takes ages. Go Google. Asterisk, see below).
Fitzegerald. If you want to know the actual pain of this affliction, read Tender is the Night and The Beautiful and the Damned.
Zelda: crazy. Francis: drunk.
And please, Serena of Gossip Girl, your Beautiful and the Damned bon mots. Shame on you.
Just in case you missed the explicit references to the book, in Season 5 Serena van der Woodsen will now try to pick up a lowly screenplay researcher working on the adaption of The Beautiful and the Damned. And she will then get a job on set.
Here is Hemingway. I haven’t back-checked this, but here a quote and pic lifted from this article.
““Jeezus Christ! Have you ever heard of anyone who drank while he worked? You’re thinking of Faulkner. He does sometimes – and I can tell right in the middle of a page when he’s had his first one. Besides, who in hell would mix more than one martini at a time?”
Here is the only piece I am finding for you. It has a sober ending.
Slightly different topic:
Hannah on Girls, committing the first act of the burgeoning writer. An outright lie to see how the story works. End of Episode 4.
I think it’s interesting because Lena/Hannah surely must divide now. It’s a rather horrendous scene, with a slow focus pull and close up on her face, you can see her trying out these words and starting to actually believe them. Tho, one of the recurring jokes of the series is the “e-book deal” joke. No capital output, no risks, and not fiction - the “voice of a generation”, i.e. self-obsessed and insular, not committed to paper. Apt. The essay writer with so little actual substance in life, that there is no fiction … Think on it. Until then:
[Insert Gossip Girl voice ] Ex-Oh. Ex-Oh.
(Asterisk: Oh, you’d like to know the name of my, ahem, third novel? Anna Peters Learns to Cook. Not literary fiction. At all. I am being serious).