"If F. Scott Fitzgerald did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him."
I read today.
The voice of the lost generation, which gave us the 20th century.
Agony and Ecstasy.
Orgasms and nihilism. Radios and jazz bars.
Picasso and the Third Reich.
"The beautiful and the damned".
I would love to write like him.. abt the corrupting, subtle, insidous influence of wealth.
how its slips into your blood, like a pink martini.
more truth in this man, than many holy books combined..
Many years ago i fell in love with Jay Gatsby in Boston..
and have been in love with him ever since.
1 comments:
Hello Ghazal or Shafarana woman, who art thou so full of pain? Why don't you write about something nice for a change? Why only blood, tears, sweat, revolution, wars, fights, struggles... The only nice piece I found was the rainforest. Alas!
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