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Read Fitzgerald.

Lisa Anne Novelline

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Stephen King has been famously quoted as stating, “If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.” But for a writer (or for anyone, really), are all books created equal? My answer? Noooooooo!

Many books are wonderful, but F. Scott’s… oh my! They are quite simply life altering. Fitzgerald’s first love was poetry, being a huge fan of John Keats, and all of his work is, in my opinion, written with a beauty never before or since repeated. The command of the language, the style, the elegance… I could go on and on.

I have a soft spot for Gatsby. Someone who knew Ray Bradbury personally, shared with me that his favorite was Tender Is The Night. But really, in the end, it doesn’t matter which one you choose. They are all wonderful. For fun and quirky short stories, I’d go with “The Offshore Pirate” or “Diamond As Big As The Ritz”.

Many of you have probably read his work, but if you haven’t, please do yourself this favor… Read Fitzgerald. There is no going back.  ❤❦♪♫

 

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby