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haveyoureadthispoll · 5 months
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a-poets-darling · 11 months
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"And then, one fairy night, May became June."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
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workingonit-currently · 9 months
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rosepompadour · 2 months
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From the ruins rose the Empire State Building, lonely and inexplicable as the Sphinx and, just as it had been a tradition of mine to climb to the Plaza Roof to take leave of the beautiful city, extending as far as eyes could reach, so now I went to the roof of the last and most magnificent of towers. Then I understood—everything was explained: I had discovered the crowning error of the city, its Pandora's box. Full of vaunting pride the New Yorker had climbed here and seen with dismay what he had never suspected, that the city was not the endless succession of canyons that he had supposed but that it had limits—from the tallest structure he saw for the first time that it faded out into the country on all sides, into an expanse of green and blue that alone was limitless. And with the awful realization that New York was a city after all and not a universe, the whole shining edifice that he had reared in his imagination came crashing to the ground.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, "My Lost City" (1932)
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rosalinesurvived · 4 months
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yeah sure your otp may have kissed on the lips but did they bitch at each other on their first scene together like a highschool couple and then immediately get into a bloody traumadumpting deathfight that left her comatised because she protected you when you know all she wanted was to restore her family and you turned so deranged from this that you gained amnesia and recognise nobody and abandon your devout religionism for this girl and live your life for nothing but the fact that you will kill the guy who comatised her? and your boss is willing to allign himself with a terrorist group just so this girl can be revived because she is literally the only thing you worship now? Huh?
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virtuouslibertines69 · 5 months
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"Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds." — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace
Art by Aykut Aydogdu
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One of the dopest literary stories of all time concerns the publication and distribution of Ulysses I’m not even a little bit joking.
James Joyce wrote Ulysses while living in Paris where he, and other modernist authors, hung out in a bookstore called Shakespeare and Company, founded by a woman named Sylvia Beach. The thing you gotta understand about this store and Sylvia is that this was The Place and she was That Bitch. If you were a writer and you came to Paris? You showed up. You bought a book. You talked with Sylvia. It was requisite. The result of this is that she was friends with all the modernists.
Joyce was kinda always perpetually fuckin broke and tended to overspend when he had money so he never had money for long. He was pretty broke at this time and was lamenting the fact that he couldn’t find a publisher to Sylvia. Sylvia was a big fan of Joyce’s work and also a good friend. She hated seeing him broke and was like “you know what my guy? Fuck it. I’ll publish your novel.”
So Joyce gets his book published and has some coin in his pocket and he’s happy. Sylvia has stepped up her career and she’s happy. Only problem? America is passing all sorts of obscenity laws about this time and the wretched moralists in charge have Heard About this book and will absolutely be destroying any copies that make it to port. Making matters worse is that there are hundreds of pre-orders that need to be fulfilled and she can’t do it without the books being confiscated and destroyed.
So Sylvia is lamenting this conundrum to her other good writer friend, Ernest Hemingway, who thinks for a minute and says “Sylvia, gimme a couple days and let me see what I can do.” What else do you say to Hemingway but “sure thing, Ernest.”
Couple days go by and Big Ern comes back to the store with a slip of paper. He hands that slip of paper to Sylvia and she sees it has a phone number. Hemingway tells her to call that number and tell who picks up that Ernest sent her.
There’s not a soul on earth who can resist that prompt and Sylvia, being both only human and also desperate to distribute this book she sunk money she couldn’t really afford into publishing, calls the number. Guy picks up. Asks a few questions about boxes and shipping addresses. Gives her an address in Canada and tells her to include the shipping invoices for the American addresses. Hangs up the phone.
So now a shit load of boxes containing James Joyce’s Ulysses are on their way to Canada. The address? Some fuckin apartment. Owned by This Guy. And everyday this guy takes a few books from the boxes, wraps them up and addresses them, tapes them to his body, and takes the ferry across the lake to the US where he casually slips them into the post boxes and goes on about his day.
Authorities are pretty baffled about how the book is being distributed but no one says a word about until Sylvia Beach spends roughly a page on it in her memoirs, “Shakespeare and Company.”
This was, I think, a few years before Hemingway had to look at F. Scott Fitzgerald’s dick and assure him it was a good size after Zelda told him he had a small cock during an argument…..but that’s another story.
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l-rose75 · 9 months
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who all up being borne back ceaselessly into the past rn?
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pagesandvoices · 2 months
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"I wanna be your idea of perfect."
-Jay Gatsby
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pegging-satan · 1 year
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If you’d told me that I’d be shipping a bunch of classic lit authors with each other say like, a year ago, I would’ve laughed in your face
#thank you Bungou stray dogs#normally I don’t ship real people but like this is just characters named after authors and also they’re dead so#it’s so funny hearing things out of context though like imagine being completely clueless abt this piece of media#and someone says ‘so then Nathaniel Hawthorne partnered up with fyodor Dostoyevsky and Nikolai Gogol because he was in love with#Margaret Mitchell and also at some point John Steinbeck was partners with hp lovecraft and they were in love n shit and then#f scott Fitzgerald shows up and he gathers up all the Americans because he wants to take over the Japan lit scene for his wife for whatever#reason I forgot his motives because i was too focused on everything else but the plot but anyways so then there’s this little partnership#going on between Edgar Allan Poe and his Japanese counterpart Ranpo edogawa and they’re like rivals but also quite fond of each other and#they’re very wholesome and it’s all fun and games#and then there’s the main ship of the series that’s Osamu Dazai and Chuuya Nakahara and they’re like so in love and they hate each other but#they’re also in love and then the same dynamic is shared by their mentees akutagawa and atsushi nakajima and then at some point we get clues#that the same dynamic was shared between their bosses as well and mori ougai and fukuzawa yukichi are also in love because we said so I mean#basically any ship here can and will be canon no matter what and anyways so then they all meet and then fuck shit up <3#is fanfiction abt your favourite authors put in situations <3#.txt#bsd#bungou stray dogs
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fleurdusoir · 1 year
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Ni le feu ni la glace ne sauraient atteindre en intensité ce qu'enferme un homme dans les illusions de son coeur.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gatsby le magnifique
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workingonit-currently · 11 months
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mythoughttherapy · 10 months
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“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
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rotisseries · 3 months
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the way sskk go into the fight with the guild guy (CANT REMEMBER HIS NAME 😭😭😭) the way they go into the fight and it’s stormy and gray and there’s lightning all around them. like when dazai confronts oda before he left to kill gide. when atsushi aku finish (win❓👀 please please please PLEASE-) when atsushi aku finish the sky clears and the storm passes and its golden again. i dont know where the hell im going with this all i know is we got TWO weather related character moments in the same season and im bashing my head with bricks abt it
no I get you there's something insane about it
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Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it - don't cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist - but don't think anything is of any importance because it happens to you or anyone belonging to you.
Ernest Hemingway, Letter to Scott Fitzgerald, dated 28 May 1934
Hemingway and Fitzgerald in Paris, 1925
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