Writers aren’t people exactly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald was a tortured soul.  I came across this quote of his today:

Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.

This is from Love of the Last Tycoon, a novel with a story of its own.  It was left unfinished at the time of Fitzgerald’s death. Edmund Wilson took the manuscript and assembled it into something that could be published under the title The Last Tycoon. Later literary critic Matthew J. Bruccoli, a  Fitzgerald specialist, took various drafts, Fitzgerald’s notes, and his own work on the author and the novel, and published a critical edition which was reviewed in the Hollywood Reporter by David Freeman in 1994.

So now I’m thinking I might learn more about Fitzgerald from this critical edition of an unfinished novel than I would from a biography. When I get around to reading it I’ll let you know.

 

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