Careless People (61 page)
Authors: Sarah Churchwell
“fight for a real investigation”
:
New York
Times
, December 2, 1922.
Conan Doyle wrote to the
New York Times
:
New York
Times
, December 10, 1922.
“There is a trend”
:
New York Times
, December 4, 1922.
the monkey “dropped right into Mrs. Powell's lap”
:
Tribune
, December 5, 1922.
“A monkey was shot near Babylon”
:
World
, December 6, 1922.
“human sympathy has its curious limits”
:
Trimalchio
, p. 104.
“preserve the sense of mystery”
:
Turnbull,
Scott Fitzgerald
, p. 515.
“I didn't go into the ethics”
: New York Times
, November 28, 1922.
In the early months of
1920
:
Tribune
, October 25, 1922.
“the SnyderâGray and HallâMills murder cases”
:
Rascoe,
We Were Interrupted
, p. 218.
“the world seemed to have gone mad”
:
ibid
,
p. 265.
“venturesome souls . . . from the days of Columbus”
:
New York
Times,
January 16, 1921.
a story from Scott entitled “Recklessness”
:
Some have speculated that the story “Recklessness” might have been published as “Dice, Brassknuckles & Guitar,” although Fitzgerald's ledger always refers to “Dice, Brassknuckles” by that title and so does Zelda's 1930 letter reminiscing about the Great Neck days.
“The girl is excellent of course”
:
Dear Scott / Dear Max
, p. 52.
Fitzgerald clipped out a newspaper advertisement
:
PUL, F. Scott Fitzgerald's scrapbook.
“We thoroughly believe that if”
:
World
, December 11, 1922.
“Quite a lot of the frenzy”
:
PUL, F. Scott Fitzgerald's scrapbook.
“It serves to purge the hero”
:
ibid.
“clip for preservation”
:
Burton Rascoe Papers, Rare Book & Manuscript Library, University of Pennsylvania.
“That winter to me is a memory”
:
Zelda Fitzgerald, “A Millionaire's Girl,”
Collected Writings
, p. 330.
“When people fail in the national viewpoint”
:
New York
Times
, December 14, 1922.
“her daughter was driving fast”
:
New York Times
, November 16, 1922.
“Gains Weight, Gets Damages”
:
New York
Times
, December 14, 1922.
“American Civilization on the Brink”
:
New York
Times,
June 12, 1921.
“Everybody followed it”
:
Tribune,
December 10, 1922.
“shielded by the cloak of anonymity”
: New York Times
, December 10, 1922.
“I note what you say with reference”
:
ibid.
“Imagine that doctor not reporting”
:
New York
Times
, December 19, 1922.
“than the public suspect”
:
New York
Times
, December 13, 1922; December 11, 1922.
“the police have sent out a general alarm”
:
World
, December 8, 1922.
“with springs so perfectly adjusted”
:
Town Topics
, February 2, 1922.
“
âGOSSIP' REAL MURDERER OF MRS. MEADOWS”
:
Evening World,
August 2, 1922.
“The Government might just so well issue”
: World
, December 16, 1922.
“supplementing her former story”
:
New York
Times
, December 20, 1922.
“The crime was committed”
:
ibid.
“leading a cow near where the collision”
:
New York
Times
, January 27, 1922.
Davies made headlines again
:
New York
Times
, June 26, 1922.
“the State then put the teeth in evidence”
:
New York
Times
, December 21, 1922.
“This âMinnie McGluke' stands for”
:
Conversations with F. Scott Fitzgerald,
p.
51.
The
World
was highly amused
:
World
, December 22, 1922.
“Highball Epic”
:
New York
Times
, December 21, 1922.
“Our literature seemed to me”
:
Van Wyck Brooks,
Days of the Phoenix
, p. 170.
“Things are always beginning”
:
Wilson,
Twenties
, p. 95.
“You may have spoken in jest”
:
A Life in Letters
, p. 47.
“Your time will come, New York”
:
“Three Cities,” Brentano's Book Chat, 1 (SeptemberâOctober 1921), pp. 15, 28.
In His Own Time,
p. 126.
On Christmas Eve, Rascoe reported
:
Tribune
, December 24, 1922.
“They don't know whether to begin”
:
Tribune
, August 20, 1922.
“If this fellow Sandburg will use slang”
:
ibid.
American slang was so incomprehensible
: New York Times
, December 17, 1922.
a helpful glossary, including
:
New York
Times,
December 12, 1922.
“The story of our national life”
:
New York Times
, December 24, 1922.
“speed production”
:
ibid.
“Want truer history books”
:
Times
, December 19, 1922.
Zelda wrote Scott ten years later
:
Bryer and Barks,
Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda,
p. 68.
“just for a moment, the âyounger generation'”
:
“My Lost City,”
The Crack-Up
, p. 27.
“astounding holidays”; “about a week before Christmas”
:
PUL, Zelda Fitzgerald Papers.
“fiction writers have emancipated themselves”
:
New York
Times
, December 24, 1922.
“Reading it over one can see”
:
Fitzgerald, Introduction to
The Great Gatsby
, New York: Modern Library, 1934.
“by the power of the written word”
:
Joseph Conrad.
The Nigger of the Narcissus: A Tale of the Forecastle
. New York: Doubleday, 1914, p. xiv.
“As Conrad says in his famous preface”
:
ALS unpublished letter, privately owned. Quoted by Christie's catalog, 1997.
“take the Long Island atmosphere”
:
“My Lost City,”
The Crack-Up
, p. 29.
“strong draughts on Zelda's and my”
:
A Life in Letters
, p. 170.
“There is no materialist”
:
Zelda Fitzgerald,
Collected Writings,
p.
57.
“dig up the relevant, the essential”
: The Letters of F. Scott Fitzgerald,
p
.
447.
“did not stop, because we believed”
:
Tribune
, December 27, 1922.
justification for running Carberry over
:
New York
Times
, December 27, 1922.
“thinks that when he is arrested”
:
In His Own Time
, pp. 186â87.
“the theater is no longer what it used to be”
:
Tribune
, December 17, 1922.
And so, in forty more years, Rascoe predicted
:
ibid.
“on a course like âEnglish Prose since 1800'”
:
A Life in Letters
, p. 457.
“Like all your stories there was”
:
Bryer and Barks,
Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda,
p.
210.
VIII. THE MURDER (INV.)
Fitzgerald wrote to his agent
: Fitzgerald.
As Ever, Scott-Fitz: Letters Between F. Scott Fitzgerald and His Literary Agent, Harold Ober, 1919â1940,
Matthew J. Bruccoli, ed., London: Woburn, 1972, p. 51.
“Life is not dramatic; only art is that”
:
Tribune
, December 31, 1922.
“Perhaps all this fidgeting that we call change”
: Tribune,
December 31, 1922.
“The new world couldn't possibly be”
:
Fitzgerald, “Early Success,” reprinted in
Afternoon of an Author
, p. 161.
“by throwing everybody's hat”
:
PUL, Zelda Fitzgerald Papers.
“Come and bring a lot of drunks”
:
Virginia Spencer Carr.
Dos Passos: A Life
. Evanston, IL: Northwestern University Press, 2004, p. 192.
the titles had been rejected
:
PUL, F. Scott Fitzgerald's scrapbook.
“it seems so much longer”
:
PUL, Zelda Fitzgerald Papers.
“but it is fashionable only as Rolls-Royces”
:
New York
Times
, November 5, 1923.
“February
:
Still drunk”
:
Fitzgerald
Ledger: A Facsimile
, pp. 177â78.
“we were no longer important”
:
Fitzgerald, “My Lost City,” p. 29
“As a boy and youth Fitzgerald”
:
Town Topics
, March 22, 1923.
“Dearest and Most Colossal Eggs”
:
PUL, Zelda Fitzgerald Papers.
“all the pools and even the Sound reek”
:
ibid.
“It was an exquisite summer”
:
“How to Live on $36,000 a Year,”
Afternoon of an Author
, p. 93.
“We drank always”
:
A Life in Letters
, p. 191.
a quip that Burton Rascoe repeated
:
Rascoe,
A Bookman's Daybook,
p. 248.
“Fitzgerald showed us some card tricks”
:
Tribune,
July 15, 1923.
“Ring is drinking himself”
:
PUL, Zelda Fitzgerald Papers.
Burton Rascoe correctly guessed
:
Tribune,
December 14, 1923.
“as a creator of a cheap type of fiction”
:
New York
Times
, June 19, 1921.
“Just one more great”
:
PUL, F. Scott Fitzgerald's scrapbook.
“Scott's play went so badly”
:
Wilson,
Letters
, pp. 118â19.
“I went over there”
:
Van Vechten,
The Splendid Drunken Twenties
, p. 45.
“There were many changing friends”
:
Milford,
Zelda Fitzgerald
, p. 103.
“No detective story ever written”
:
New York
Times
, April 8, 1923.
“inspired by a desire to make some money”
:
New York
Times,
May 31, 1923.
“And if anybody had come to the door”
:
ibid.
She would go on stage
:
New York
Times
, September 14, 1923.
put the temptations of the New World behind them
: “How to Live on Practically Nothing a Year,”
Afternoon of an Author
, pp. 100â16.
“Horsey, Keep Your Tail Up”
:
PUL, Charles Scribner's Sons Papers.
sent a telegram . . . to Max Perkins
:
ibid.
“nearly a scandal about Bunny Burgess”
:
A Life in Letters
, p. 191.
passenger list for the
Minnewaska
:
New York
Times
, May 3, 1924.
“found a good nurse”
:
PUL, Charles Scribner's Sons Papers.
“boarded the train for the Riviera”
:
“How to Live on Practically Nothing a Year,”
Afternoon of an Author
, p. 104.
where vision seemed only a question
:
Save Me the Waltz,
Collected Writings
, p. 71.
