The Trip to Echo Spring (35 page)

93
‘
two small, fabric-covered, rectangular boxes
. . .': Mary Hemingway, ‘The Making of the Book: A Chronicle and a Memoir',
New York Times
1 May 1964.

93
‘
was filled with a ragtag collection
. . .': A.E. Hotchner, ‘Don't Touch A Moveable Feast',
New York Times,
19 July 2009.

94
‘
It is not unnatural
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, in Jacqueline Tavernier-Courbin, ‘The Mystery of the Ritz-Hotel Papers',
College Literature
, Vol. 7, No. 3, Fall 1980, pp. 289–303.

95
‘
On the corporal front
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 877.

96
‘
The maladaptive pattern of drinking
. . .': Robert S. Porter, ed.,
Merck Manual of Diagnosis and Therapy.

97
‘
and then, just as it was about to eat him
. . .': Gregory Hemingway,
Papa:A Personal Memoir
(Houghton Mifflin, 1976), pp. 62–3.

98
‘
When a person who is dependent on alcohol
. . .': ADAM, ‘Alcoholism and Alcohol Abuse',
New York Times,
13 January 2011.

101
‘
If I can be said to have a home
. . .': Tennessee Williams, in Donald Spoto,
The Kindness of Strangers,
p. 121.

101
‘
New Orleans isn't like other cities':
Tennessee Williams,
A Streetcar Named
Desire and Other Plays,
p. 121.

CHAPTER
4
: A HOUSE ON FIRE

103
‘
Those cathedral bells
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
A Streetcar Named Desire and Other Plays
, p. 219.

104
‘
You know, New Orleans is
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Memoirs,
p. 109.

104
‘
the remains of a fallen southern family
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Letters,
Volume 1
, p. 557.

105
‘
a peculiarly tender blue
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
A Streetcar Named Desire and Other Plays,
p. 115.

106
‘
Open your pretty mouth
. . .': ibid., p. 120.

106
‘
The music is in her mind
. . .': ibid., p. 200.

107
‘
Well, honey, a shot never
. . .': ibid., p. 170.

107
‘
Why, it's a liqueur, I believe':
ibid., p. 202.

107
‘
You ought to lay off his liquor
. . .': ibid., pp. 202–3.

110
‘
Holocaust in Germany
. . .':Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 195.

111
‘
So I turn to my journals
. . .': ibid., p. 457.

112
‘
twenty-eight thousand acres
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Other Plays,
p. 73.

112
‘
it's spread all through him
. . .': ibid., p. 97.

112
‘
fallen in love with Echo Spring
. . .': ibid., p. 40.

113
‘
The thing they're discussing
. . .': ibid., p. 75.

113
‘
charm of that cool air
. . .': ibid., p. 19.

114
‘
Got a 5 page letter from Gadg
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 663.

114
‘I
“buy” a lot
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
The Selected Letters of Tennessee Williams, Volume 2
(New Directions, 2004), pp. 555–8.

115
‘
Of course it is a pity
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Other Plays,
p. 7.

118
‘
Looked through the new play script
. . .':Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 595.

119
‘
When he came back out
. . .': Tennessee Williams, ‘Three Players of a Summer Game',
Collected Stories
(Secker & Warburg, 1986), p. 311.

120
‘
the play that threw me
. . .':Tennessee Williams,
Letters, Volume 2,
p. 525.

120
‘
The sun shines over the straits
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 599.

121
‘
All hell is descended on me
. . .': ibid., pp. 611–13.

121
‘
fierce geranium that shattered
. . .': Tennessee Williams, ‘Three Players of a Summer Game',
Collected Stories,
p. 307.

122
‘
induced partly by liquor
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 631.

122
‘
Here's the dilemma
. . .': ibid., p. 647.

123
‘
someday, I fear, one
of these panics will kill
me
. . .': ibid., p. 657.

124
‘A
double neurosis
. . .': ibid., pp. 657–61.

125
‘A
man that drinks
. . .': Tennessee Williams, ‘Three Players of a Summer Game',
Collected Stories,
p. 310.

126
‘
the startling co-existence of good and evil
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Letters, Volume 2,
p. 552.

128
‘
One of those no-neck monsters . . .':
Tennessee Williams,
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Other Plays,
p. 17.

128
‘I
wish you would lose your looks
. . .': ibid., p. 25.

128
‘
You look so cool, so cool
. . .': ibid., p. 26.

130
‘
The subject was everywhere
. . .': Evelyn Waugh,
Brideshead Revisited
(Penguin, 1964) p. 158.

131
‘
Been drinking whisky up here
. . .': ibid., p. 127.

CHAPTER
5
: THE BLOODY PAPERS

136
‘
One does not travel so much as
. . .': John Cheever, ‘The Bloody Papers', Berg Collection.

137
‘I
am not in this world
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 357.

137
‘
With a hangover and a light fever
. . .': John Cheever, in Blake Bailey,
Cheever: A Life,
p. 462.

137
‘
clearer and clearer
. . .': Susan Cheever,
Home Before Dark
(Houghton Mifflin, 1984), p. 161.

137
‘
In the morning I am deeply depressed
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 103.

138
‘I
cannot remember my meanness
. . .': ibid., p. 218.

140
‘
psychiatrists would call
. . .': John Cheever, in Blake Bailey,
Cheever:A Life,
p. 620.

140
‘
Might the seasons change
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 187.

140
‘
When he finds it's dark and cold
. . .': John Cheever, ‘The Art of Fiction No. 62',
Paris Review.

141
‘My
memory is full of holes
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 186.

141
‘
In church, on my knees
. . .': ibid., p. 188.

142
‘
and so deeply involved
. . .': ibid., p. 215.

142
‘
When I told him I liked swimming
. . .': John Cheever,
Letters,
p. 261.

143
‘
When I think back to my parents
. . .': John Cheever, ‘The Bloody Papers', Berg Collection.

146
‘I
am, he was
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 212.

146
‘
considered himself to be
. . .': John Cheever on F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Brief Lives: A Biographical Companion to the Arts
(Allen Lane, 1972), pp. 275–6.

146
‘
Straight 1850 potato-famine Irish
. . .': F. Scott Fitzgerald, in Arthur Mizener,
The Far Side of Paradise
(Houghton Mifflin, 1951), p. 2.

148
‘A
neurotic, half insane
. . .': ibid., p. 202.

148
‘
He remembers the day
. . .':
F. Scott Fitzgerald's Ledger,
p. 162.

148
‘
He came home that evening
. . .': Andrew Turnbull,
Scott Fitzgerald,
p. 22.

149
‘
he kept his samples of rice
. . .': ibid., p. 24.

149
‘
It's everything I've forgotten
. . .': F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘Author's House',
Afternoon of an Author,
ed. Arthur Mizener (The Bodley Head, 1958), pp. 232–9.

151
‘
The tonic or curative force.
. .': John Cheever, Berg Collection.

151
‘
to give some fitness and shape.
. .': John Cheever, in Blake Bailey,
Cheever:A Life,
p. 44.

152
‘
The writer cultivates, extends
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 213.

152
‘I
must convince myself
. . .': ibid., p. 255.

153
‘
Why is you an addict
. . .': John Cheever,
Falconer
(Cape, 1977), p. 726.

154
‘
Only lets hurry and get to Havana
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 275.

154
I am indebted to Michael Reynolds for his reconstruction of the Hemingway family's various movements over this period in
Hemingway: The American Homecoming
(Blackwell, 1992).

155
‘
Like a dream to think
. . .': Unpublished letter from Clarence Hemingway to Ernest Hemingway, 11 April 1928, The Ernest Hemingway Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library.

155
‘
Oh Ernest, how could you
. . .': Clarence Hemingway to Ernest Hemingway, in Michael Reynolds,
Hemingway
, p. 137.

155
‘
Daddy wiped a tear from his eye
. . .': Marcelline Hemingway,
At the Hemingways: A Family Memoir
(Putnam, 1963), p. 227.

157
‘
The big frame, the quick movements
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, ‘Fathers and Sons',
The Complete Short Stories,
p. 370.

157
‘
I'm so glad you liked the Doctor story
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 153.

157
‘
The reason most of the book
. . .': ibid., p. 327.

158
‘
Dear, I don't think
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, ‘The Doctor and the Doctor's Wife',
The Complete Short Stories,
pp. 75–6.

159
‘
many things that were not to be moved
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, ‘Now I Lay Me', ibid., p. 278.

162
‘
Isn't that old River Forest woman terrible
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 591.

163
‘I
can't seem to think of a way
. . .': Unpublished letter from Clarence Hemingway to Ernest Hemingway, 23 October 1928, The Ernest Hemingway Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library.

164
‘
You were damned good
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 291.

164
‘
Various worthless land
. . .': ibid., p. 292.

165
‘
Tears Henry shed
. . .': John Berryman, ‘Dream Song 235',
The Dream Songs,
p. 254.

166
‘
The most brilliant
. . .': Philip Levine, ‘Mine Own John Berryman', in Richard J. Kelly and Alan K. Lathrop, eds.,
Recovering Berryman: Essays on a Poet
(University of Michigan Press, 1993), pp. 40–41.

167
‘
everything went like snow
. . .': Martha Berryman,
We Dream of Honour: John Berryman's letters to his mother,
ed. Richard Kelly (W.W. Norton, 1988), p. 378.

168
‘
That mad drive
. . .': John Berryman, ‘Dream Song 143',
The Dream Songs,
p. 160.

169
‘
Hunger was constitutional
. . .': John Berryman, ‘Dream Song 311', ibid., p. 333.

171
‘
Perhaps most novels are
. . .': Edmund White, ‘In Love with Duras',
The
New York Review of Books,
26 June 2008.

171
‘
Then after your father had shot himself
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
For Whom
the Bell Tolls
(Penguin, 1966 [1941]), pp. 318–19.

CHAPTER
6
: GOING SOUTH

178
‘
I'm still in bed most of the time
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 337.

178
‘This is really going
. . .': ibid., p. 340.

180
‘
By January 11
. . .': Michael Reynolds,
Hemingway: The 1930s
(W.W. Norton, 1997), p. 162.

181
‘
It said in Black's
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, ‘Snows of Kilimanjaro',
The Complete Short Stories,
pp. 40–56.

181
‘
If I could have made this
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Death in the Afternoon
(Penguin, 1966 [1932]), p. 255.

182
‘I
put all the true stuff in . .
.': Ernest Hemingway, ‘The Art of Fiction No. 21',
Paris Review.

183
‘
pooped':
Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 436.

183
‘I
saw that for a long time
. . .': F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Crack-up',
The Crack-Up, with other pieces and stories
(Penguin, 1965), p. 48.