Sublime

I asked Ernest about Harold and Pat and he explained that Harold Loeb was Princeton from a very rich New York family, had been on the boxing and wrestling teams in college. He had literary aspirations, even started a little magazine in Paris called Broom. Fiercely devoted to Duff, very jealous of Pat, who alternated weekends with Duff.

Fitzgerald’s tender recollection of being “approved of by everyone” may be found in her essay “Why I Write,” which is included in the collection of her occasional prose A House of Air (New York: Harper Perennial, 2009 [2003]).

We were dancing to the accordion and some one was playing the banjo. It was hot and I felt happy. We passed close to Georgette dancing with another one of them. “What possessed you to bring her?” “I don’t know, I just brought her.” “You’re getting damned romantic.” “No, bored.” “Now?” “No, not now.” “Let’s get out of here. She’s well taken care of.

And—I would argue as well—all love. Or, perhaps more accurately, this middle zone illustrates the fundamental discrepancy of love.

The Fitzgeralds rented a fifth-floor walk-up in Paris that spring, and in May, 1925, he and Ernest Hemingway met.

check out F. Scott Fitzgerald’s collection of seventeen short stories featuring Pat Hobby, a down-and-out screenwriter and boozing hack trying to still make a living in Hollywood.

Paris n’a jamais de fin, mais peut-être que ceci vous donnera une idée exacte des gens, des lieux et du pays, à l’époque où Hadley et moi nous nous croyions invulnérables. Invulnérables, nous ne l’étions pas, et ce fut la fin de la première période parisienne.