Friday, May 2, 2014

"I couldn’t have gone on any further, baby, without money"

Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Hart Crane, Inge . . . oh, the debris! The wreckage! Toward the end of an American writer’s life it’s just dreadful. Hemingway’s last years were a nightmare. He tried to walk into the propeller of a plane. Fitzgerald’s end was not much better, although it was less dramatic . . . Once they become known, everybody wants a piece of them.
 Tennessee Williams, The Art of Theater No. 5 - Paris Review