Few peoples recommendations I take as serious as yours. You've suggested many a good things on this here blog. I'm off to read "Winter Dreams"
Mark WeissPosted 25 days later
I was an English major at a liberal arts college so I love this kind of stuff. Reminds me of the time I talked to a local band leader, Jeff from Cottonhead, about his song "Isn't It Pretty To Think So" which is a Hemingway reference and he admitted he had never read "The Sun Also Rises" and had heard the line somewheres else.
I like the line or the thought in "This Side of Paradise" about how Princeton had changed them already, like the minute they matriculated.
I like the picture gallery in the bar of the St. Paul Hotel of great Minnesotans, if that's not straying too far off topic. I met Bethany Yarrow at Don Quixote's hereabouts (Santa Cruz, CA, where Robbie played recently) and her mom who is daughter of Eugene McCarthy great Minnesota liberal politician, part of that gallery (ie Bethany's grandfather; her father is Peter Yarrow of Peter Paul and Mary).
I am worried I misspelled the great tragic (non-Fitzgerald) author's name, or mis-identified the great but flawed early novel of FSF, and that my thoughts are too obtuse.
Or that I miss-spelled "misspelled"...
WadePosted 2 months later
God, that story is just debilitatingly sad. As hard as it hit me at 22, I think it might kill me to read it again at 43.
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Few peoples recommendations I take as serious as yours. You've suggested many a good things on this here blog. I'm off to read "Winter Dreams"
I was an English major at a liberal arts college so I love this kind of stuff. Reminds me of the time I talked to a local band leader, Jeff from Cottonhead, about his song "Isn't It Pretty To Think So" which is a Hemingway reference and he admitted he had never read "The Sun Also Rises" and had heard the line somewheres else.
I like the line or the thought in "This Side of Paradise" about how Princeton had changed them already, like the minute they matriculated.
I like the picture gallery in the bar of the St. Paul Hotel of great Minnesotans, if that's not straying too far off topic. I met Bethany Yarrow at Don Quixote's hereabouts (Santa Cruz, CA, where Robbie played recently) and her mom who is daughter of Eugene McCarthy great Minnesota liberal politician, part of that gallery (ie Bethany's grandfather; her father is Peter Yarrow of Peter Paul and Mary).
I am worried I misspelled the great tragic (non-Fitzgerald) author's name, or mis-identified the great but flawed early novel of FSF, and that my thoughts are too obtuse.
Or that I miss-spelled "misspelled"...
God, that story is just debilitatingly sad. As hard as it hit me at 22, I think it might kill me to read it again at 43.