Tag: F. Scott Fitzgerald

Book Karma

About a week-and-a-half ago, a friend asked to borrow one of my Brooklyn unnameable acquisitions after I was finished reading it.  The desire stemmed from an Instagram picture, which was incorporated into a previous post of mine:  No Bananas.  No, it’s not the same picture listed below, but this follow-up is from the same The Crack-Up. “The…

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No Bananas

Have you ever feared reading? I’m not talking about being scared of actually reading.  I’m talking about the actual text that is to sit in your hands.  You’ll open the cover, find the first page with the core content, and you’ll begin to processes the piece of art. Really.  That.  Simple. I found The Crack-Up…

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Value of Weird

There’s been much talk about books recently.  It’s a sign.  It’s time to continue to write and type until my fingers fall off.  With all this work, my fingers have gotten a better work out than the rest of my body has, and that has to be stepped up a bit.  There are worse addictions.…

The Crack-Up by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Brooklyn: Unnameable Nook

Perhaps all of This is wrong.  I’m doing This all wrong, and by pressuring myself to fulfill the desire for the bigger and better novel and blowing the undermining out of proportion with my desire for detail to drive a short story—no matter how short or long the story may be—which, when it comes down…

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