Fitzgerald Collected Letters of F. Scott Fitzgerald

From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works
1. Auflage 2015
ISBN: 978-80-268-3901-9
Verlag: e-artnow
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, 440 Seiten

This carefully crafted ebook: 'Collected Letters of F. Scott Fitzgerald' is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was an American author of novels and short stories, whose works are the paradigmatic writings of the Jazz Age. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. Fitzgerald is considered a member of the 'Lost Generation' of the 1920s. Excerpt: 'To Ernest Hemingway: Dear Ernest, Your stories were great (in April Scribners). But like me you must beware Conrad rhythms in direct quotation from characters, especially if you're pointing a single phrase and making a man live by it 'In the fall the war was always there but we did not go to it any more' is one of the most beautiful prose sentences I've ever read. So much has happened to me lately that I despair of ever assimilating it - or forgetting it, which is the same thing. I hate to think of your being hard up. Please use this if it would help. The Atlantic will pay about $200.00, I suppose. I'll get in touch with Perkins about it...' Table of Contents: To Zelda Fitzgerald To Ernest Hemingway To Frances Scott Fitzgerald To Maxwell Perkins To John Peale Bishop To Mrs Bayard Turnbull To Christian Gauss To Harold Ober To Mrs Richard Taylor To Edmund Wilson To Gerald and Sara Murphy Other Letters

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Fitzgerald, F. Scott

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To Ernest Hemingway
Table of Contents 14 rue de Tilsitt
Paris, France
Postmarked November 30,1925

 
Dear Ernest: I was quite ashamed of the other morning. Not only in disturbing Hadley, but in foisting that — alias — upon you. However it is only fair to say that the deplorable man who entered your apartment Saturday morning was not me but a man named Johnston who has often been mistaken for me. Zelda, evidences to the contrary, was not suffering from lack of care but from a nervous hysteria which is only relieved by a doctor bearing morphine. We both went to Belleau Wood next day to recuperate. For some reason I told you a silly lie - or rather an exaggeration - silly because the truth itself was enough to make me sufficiently jubilant. The Saturday Evening Post raised me to $2750 and not $3000, which is a jump of $750.00 in one month. It was probably in my mind that I could not get $3000 from the smaller magazines. The Post merely met the Hearst offer, but that is something they seldom do. What garbled versions of the McAlmon episode or the English orgy we lately participated in I told you, I don’t know. It is true I saved McAlmon from a beating he probably deserved and that we went on some wild parties in London with a certain Marchioness of Milford Haven whom we first met with Tallulah Bankhead. She was about half royalty, I think. Anyhow she was very nice - anything else I may have added about the relations between the Fitzgeralds and the house of Windsor is pure fiction. I’m crazy to read the comic novel. Are you going to the MacLeishes’ Tuesday? I hope Hadley is well now. Please believe me that we send our best wishes to Ernest M. Hemingway.
Scott Villa St Louis
Juan-les-Pins
August or September, 1926

Dear Ernest: Sorry we missed you and Hadley. No news. I’m on the wagon and working like hell. Expect to sail for N.Y. December 10th from Genoa on the Conte Biancamano. Will be here till then. Saw bullfight in Fréjus. Bull was euneuch (sp.). House barred and dark. Front door chained. Have made no enemies for a week. — domestic row ended in riot. Have new war books by Pierrefeu. God is love. Signed, Ernestine Murphy Did you read in the N.Y. Herald about ‘… Henry Carpenter, banker, and Willie Stevens, half wit,…’ Villa St Louis
Juan-les-Pins
Fall, 1926
We were in a back-house in Juan-les-Pins. Bill had lost control of his sphincter muscles. There were wet MaFins in the rack beside the door. There were wet Eclaireurs de Nice in the rack over his head. When the King of Bulgaria came in, Bill was just firing a burst that struck the old limeshit twenty feet down with a splat-tap. All the rest came just like that The King of Bulgaria began to whirl round and round. The great thing in these affairs -’ he said. Soon he was whirling faster and faster. Then he was dead. At this point in my letter my 30th birthday came and I got tight for a week in the company of such fascinating gents as Mr Theodore Rousseau and other ornaments of what is now a barren shore. Ernest of little faith, I hope the sale of ‘The Killers’ will teach you to send every story either to Scribners or an agent. Can’t you get Today Is Friday’ back? Your letter depressed and rather baffled me. Have you and Hadley permanently busted up, and was the necessity of that what was on your soul this summer? Don’t answer this unless you feel like it. Anyhow I’m sorry everything’s such a mess and I do want to see you if you come to Marseille in October. We saw the —— s before they left, got stewed with them (at their party) - that is we got stewed - and I believe there was some sort of mawkish reconciliation. However they’ve grown dim to me and I don’t like them much any more. — s too have grown shadowy - he’s so nice, but she’s a club woman at heart and made a great lot of trouble in subtle ways this summer. We saw — the day she left and the huge Garoupe standing desolate, and her face, and the pathetic bales of chiclets for the Garoupe beach in her bedroom are the strongest impression I have left of a futile and petty summer. It might all have happened at Roslyn, Long Island. Swimming’s almost over now. We have our tickets for America December 10th on the Conte Biancamano - we’ll spend the winter in New York. — was here with his unspeakably awful wife. He seems anemic and washed out, a memory of the past so far as I’m concerned. I’m glad as hell about the story and I hope it’s the first of many. I feel too much at loose ends to write any more tonight Remember - if I can give you any financial help let me know.
Always your friend,
Scott
I had a lot more to say but it’s 3:30 A.M. and I’ve been working since 11 this morning and it’s very hazy. Have you read The Spanish Farm and Sixty-four, ninety-four! by Mottram? Wonderful war books. Much better than Ford Madox Ford. In fact the best thing I’ve read this summer. Met your cousin from Princeton! Villa St Louis Juan-les-Pins
December, 1926

Dear Ernest: We leave this house Tuesday for Genoa and New York. I hope everything’s going better for you. If there is anything you need done here as in America - anything about your work, or money, or human help under any head - remember you can always call on Your devoted friend,
Scott S.S. Conte Biancamano
En route New York
Postmarked December 23, 1926

Dear Ernest: Your letter depressed me - illogically because I knew more or less what was coming. I wish I could have seen you and heard you, if you wished, give some sort of version of what happened to you. Anyhow I’m sorry for you and for Hadley and for Bumby and I hope some way you’ll all be content and things will not seem so hard and bad. I can’t tell you how much our friendship has meant to me during this year and a half - it is the brightest thing in our trip to Europe for me. I will try to look out for your interests with Scribners in America, but I gather that the need of that is past now and that soon you’ll be financially more than on your feet. I’m sorry you didn’t come to Marseille. I go back with my novel still unfinished and with less health and not much more money than when I came, but somehow content, for the moment, with motion and New York ahead and Zelda’s entire recovery - and happy about the amount of my book that I’ve already written. I’m delighted with what press I’ve already seen of The Sun, etc. Did not realize that you had stolen it all from me but am prepared to believe that it’s true and shall tell everyone. By the way I liked it in print even better than in manuscript. 1st printing was probably 5000. 2nd printing may mean that they’ve sold 4500 so have ordered up 3000 more. It may mean any sale from 2500 to 5000, tho. College Humor pays fine. No movie in Sun Also unless book is big success of scandal. That’s just a guess. We all enjoyed ‘La vie est beau avec Papa.’ We agree with Bumby.
Always yours affectionately,
Scott
Write me care of Scribners. Hotel Roosevelt Washington, D.C.
March, 1927
Dear Ernest: A line in terrible haste. Lunched with Mencken in Baltimore yesterday. He is just starting reading The Sun, etc. - has no recollection of having seen ‘Big Two-Hearted River’ and admits confusion about two In Our Times. Got him to say he’d pay you $250.00 for anything of yours he could use. So there’s another market. Told him about how you were going to beat him up. He’s a ‘peach of a fellow’ (no irony; just a slip of the pen). He’s thoroughly interested and utterly incapable of malice. Whole thing was simply rather sloppy, as he’s one of the busiest men in America. The Killers’ was fine.
Your devoted friend,
Scott Ellerslie
Edgemoor, Delamare
Postmarked April 18, 1927
Dear Ernest: Your stories were great (in April Scribners). But like me you must beware Conrad rhythms in direct quotation from characters, especially if you’re pointing a single phrase and making a man live by it ‘In the fall the war was always there but we did not go to it any more’ is one of the most beautiful prose sentences I’ve ever read. So much has happened to me lately that I despair of ever assimilating it - or forgetting it, which is the same thing. I hate to think of your being hard up. Please use this if it would help. The Atlantic will pay about $200.00, I suppose. I’ll get in touch with Perkins about it when he returns from vacation (1 week). Won’t they advance you all you need on the book of stories? Your title is fine by the way. What chance of your crossing this summer? My novel to be finished July1st.
With eager and anxious good wishes,
Scott Address for a year - Ellerslie Mansion, Edgemoor, Delaware. Huge old house on Delaware River. Pillars, etc. I am called ‘Colonel.’ Zelda ‘de old...