In this couple defects were multiplied, as if by a dangerous doubling; weakness fed upon itself without a counterstrength and they were trapped, defaults, mutually committed, left holes everywhere in their lives. When you read their letters to each other it is often necessary to consult the signature in order to be sure which one has done the writing. Their tone about themselves, their mood, is the fatal one of nostalgia--a passive, consuming, repetitive poetry. Sometimes one feels even its most felicitious and melodious moments are fixed, rigid in experession, and that their feelings have gradually merged with their manner, fallen under the domination of style. Even in their suffering, so deep and beyond relief, their tonal memory controls the words, shaping them into the Fitzgerald tune, always so regretful, regressive, and touched with a careful felicity.
Elizabeth HardwickStichwörter: writing f-scott-fitzgerald zelda-fitzgerald
They had created themselves together, and they always saw themselves, their youth, their love, their lost youth and lost love, their failures and memories, as a sort of living fiction.
Elizabeth HardwickStichwörter: writing fiction f-scott-fitzgerald zelda-fitzgerald
This was Scott. This is Scott, always looking back to try to figure out how to go forward, where happiness and prosperity must surely await.
Therese Anne FowlerStichwörter: f-scott-fitzgerald zelda-fitzgerald
... while I bathed, while I tried but failed to sleep, I considered how I might become more like the women I respected and admired. Surrounded as I was by ambitious, accomplished women, I couldn't ignore the little voice in my head that said maybe I was supposed to shed halfway, and do something significant. Contribute something. Accomplish something. Choose. Be.
Therese Anne FowlerStichwörter: ambition zelda-fitzgerald
Remembrance. Even more, confession. It did always made the heavy things come loose.
Erika RobuckStichwörter: zelda-fitzgerald anna-howard call-me-zelda
The past would haunt when the present let up, and always, always the future would loom with its certainty of tragedy and pain.
Erika RobuckStichwörter: zelda-fitzgerald anna-howard call-me-zelda
Scott is gone.
I've had two days with this truth. This truth and me, we're acquainted now, past the shock of our first unhappy meeting and into the uneasy-cohabitation stage. Its barbs are slightly duller than they were that first night, when even breathing felt agonizing and wrong. Tootsie and Marjorie hovered over me, waiting to see whether I'd collapse, while Mama looked on, white-faced, from her rocker by the fire. "Gone?" I would whisper, to no-one in particular. I, too, waited for me to be overwhelmed - but all that happened was what happens to anyone who has lost their one love: my heart cleaved into two parts, before and foreverafterward.
Stichwörter: love f-scott-fitzgerald grief zelda-fitzgerald
Mr. Fitzgerald is a novelist and Mrs. Fitzgerald is a novelty
Ring LardnerStichwörter: f-scott-fitzgerald zelda-fitzgerald ring-lardner
Seite 1 von 1.
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.