Literary Rogues (36 page)

110
$4000 a screw
: Matthew J. Bruccoli, ed.,
F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters
(New York: Scribner's, 1994), p. 58.

110
You could have and can make enough
: Carlos Baker, ed.,
Ernest Hemingway: Selected Letters 1917–1961
(New York: Simon & Schuster), p. 307.

110
The public always associates the author
: Bruccoli and Baughman, eds.,
Conversations With F. Scott Fitzgerald
, p. 20.

110
narcotics are deadening to work
: Ibid., p. 21.

111
The popular picture of a blond boy
: Alfred Kazin, ed.,
F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Man and His Work
(New York: World Publishing Co., 1951), p. 69.

111
The tempo of the city had changed
: F. Scott Fitzgerald, “My Lost City,” p. 430.

111
It was very strange the way
: Jay McInerney, “Bright Lights, Bad Reviews,”
Salon.com
, http://www1.salon.com/weekly/mcinerney2960527.html (retrieved April 26, 2012).

112
must have an utter confidence
: Bruccoli,
F. Scott Fitzgerald in His Time
, p. 296.

112
Our sexual relations were very pleasant
: Sally Cline,
Zelda Fitzgerald: Her Voice In Paradise
(New York: Arcade, 2004), p. 329.

112
Of course you're a rummy
: Baker, ed.,
Ernest Hemingway: Selected Letters 1917–1961
, p. 408.

112
the well-known alcoholic
:
Saturday Review
10 (1984): xviii.

113
I have drunk too much
: Andrew Turnbull,
The Letters of F. Scott Fitzgerald
(New York: Scribner's, 1963), p. 254.

113
The assumption that all my troubles
: Ibid., p. 397.

114
third-rate writer
: Sara Mayfield,
Exiles from Paradise: Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald
(New York: Delacorte Press, 1971), p. 199.

114
I am sorry too that there
: Ibid., p. 239.

115
I shall never forget the tragic
: Mizener,
The Far Side of Paradise
, p. 285.

115
Scott died inside himself
: Baker, ed.,
Ernest Hemingway: Selected Letters 1917–1961
, p. 527.

115
balls into the sea
: Ibid., p. 428.

115
When you once get to the point
: Mizener,
The Far Side of Paradise
, p. 298.

115
You know as well as I do
: Bruccoli,
F. Scott Fitzgerald in His Time
, p. 299.

116
the last tired effort of a man
: Mizener,
The Far Side of Paradise
, p. 312.

116
The poor son of a bitch
: Barry Day, ed.,
Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words
(New York: Taylor Trade, 2004), p. 176.

116
The story of their marriage
:
Biography: F. Scott Fitzgerald
. A&E Home Video, 1998. Videocassette.

12: FLAPPER VERSE

117
I don't care what is written about me
: Michael Largo,
Genius and Heroin
(New York: Harper Perennial, 2008), p. 218; although this quote is widely attributed to Dorothy Parker, I couldn't find any evidence she ever wrote or spoke these words—but it
sounds
like something she would have said, and she would undoubtedly have been amused by the irony of its widespread attribution to her.

117
the quickest tongue imaginable
: Leslie Frewin,
The Late Mrs. Dorothy Parker
(New York: Macmillan, 1986), p. 29.

118
five minutes
: Ibid., p. 49.

118
She commenced drinking alone
: Dorothy Parker, “Big Blonde,” Marion Meade, ed.,
The Portable Dorothy Parker
(New York: Penguin Books, 2006), p. 193.

119
Just something light and easy
: Day, ed.,
Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words
, p. 135.

119
One more drink
: Ibid., p. 45.

119
putting all my eggs in one bastard
: Ibid., p. 80.

119
The trouble was Eddie
: Ibid., p. 138.

119
if you don't stop this sort of thing
: John Keats,
You Might As Well Live
(New York: Simon & Schuster, 1970), p. 104.

119
I'd rather have a bottle
: Eric Grzymkowski,
The Quotable A**hole
(New York: Adams Media, 2011), p. 57; as stated in the main text, this is another likely misattribution. Other sources have attributed it to W. C. Fields, though that's also suspect.

120
Everybody did that then
: Marion Meade,
Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
(New York: Villard Books, 1988), p. 164.

120
the greatest living writer of short stories
: Day, ed.,
Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words
, p. 64.

120
Maybe this would do better
: Ibid., p. 64–65.

120
I have just thrown away my only means
: Ibid., p. 180.

121
flapper verse
:
New York Times Book Review
, March 27, 1927, p. 6.

121
Nothing in her life became her
: Meade,
Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
, p. 173.

121
I was following in the exquisite footsteps
: Day, ed.,
Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words
, p. 105.

121
in America it has always been
: Daniel Mark Epstein,
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
(New York: Henry Holt, 2001), p. xiv.

122
you have a
gorgeous
red mouth
: Ibid., p. 83.

122
the most beautiful and interesting play
: Ibid., p. 141.

122
Those were the real giants
: Day, ed.,
Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words
, p. 33.

123
the internationally known author
: Meade,
Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
, p. 197.

123
She was very blond
: Ibid., p. 90.

124
Why can't you be funny again
: Ibid., p. 304.

125
not dangerous enough
: Natalie S. Robins,
Alien Link: The FBI's War on Freedom of Expression
(New York: William Morrow, 1992), p. 252.

125
What are you going to do when
: Meade,
Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
, p. 339.

125
stand between the poem and the reader
: Charles Baudelaire,
The Flowers of Evil
, trans. Edna St. Vincent Millay and George Dillon (New York: Harper, 1936), p. xiv.

126
I'm not going to live just in order to be one day older tomorrow
: Epstein,
What Lips My Lips Have Kissed
, p. 266.

126
a person who has been as wicked as I have been
: Ibid., p. 268.

126
She had so changed
: Edmund Wilson,
The Shores of Light
(New York: Farrar, Straus and Young, 1952), p. 784.

127
Get me a new husband
: Frewin,
The Late Mrs. Dorothy Parker
, p. 289.

127
I'm betraying my talent
: Ibid., p. 143.

128
Promises, promises
: Day, ed.,
Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words
, p. 136.

128
perfectly wonderful
: Ibid.

13: BULLFIGHTING AND BULLSHIT

129
In order to write about life
: A. E. Hotchner, ed.,
The Good Life According to Hemingway
(New York: HarperCollins, 2008), p. 12.

129
You have to work hard to deserve
: “ … and the short words,”
Printers' Ink
243 (1953): 85.

130
Ernestine
: Carl P. Eby,
Hemingway's Fetishism
(Albany, NY: State University of New York, 1999), p. 98.

130
a silly front
: Ernest Hemingway,
A Farewell to Arms
(New York: Simon & Schuster, 1929), p. 24.

130
with both knees shot thru
: Constance Cappel Montgomery,
Hemingway in Michigan
(New York: Fleet Publishing, 1966), p. 113.

131
of great tragic interest
: Carlos Baker,
Hemingway: The Writer as Artist
(Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1956), p. 145.

131
A Greater Gatsby
: Baker, ed.,
Ernest Hemingway: Selected Letters 1917–1961
, p. 231.

131
When a man marries his mistress
: Elizabeth Abbott,
A History of Mistresses
(Toronto: HarperFlamingoCanada, 2003), p. 5.

132
I'll probably go the same way
: Madelaine Hemingway Miller,
Ernie: Hemingway's Sister “Sunny” Remembers
(New York: Crown Publishers, 1975), p. 115.

132
began to drink more compulsively than ever
: Tom Dardis,
The Thirsty Muse
(New York: Ticknor and Fields, 1989), p. 181.

132
Got tight last night
: Jeffrey Meyers,
Hemingway: A Biography
(Boston: Da Capo Press, 1999), p. 206.

132
I have spent all my life drinking
: Dardis,
The Thirsty Muse
, p. 157.

132
all bullfighting and bullshit
: Meyers,
Hemingway
, p. 164.

133
What did he fear
: Ernest Hemingway, “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place,”
The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway
(New York: Simon & Schuster, 1998), p. 268.

133
Happiness in intelligent people
: Hotchner, ed.,
The Good Life According to Hemingway
, p. 117.

133
one marriage I regret
: A. E. Hotchner,
Papa Hemingway
(Boston: Da Capo Press, 2005), p. 87.

133
I never wanted to get married
: Ibid., p. 87.

134
under fire in combat areas
: Carlos Baker,
Ernest Hemingway: A Life Story
(New York: Scribner's, 1969), p. 462.

134
His injuries from the second crash
: Dardis,
The Thirsty Muse
, p. 198.

134
If you keep on drinking this way
: Noberto Fuentes,
Hemingway in Cuba
(Seacaucus, NJ: L. Stuart, 1984), p. 63.

135
Drinking was as natural as eating
: Ernest Hemingway,
A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition
, ed. Seán Hemingway (New York: Simon & Schuster, 2009), p. 142.

135
I have spoken too long for a writer
: Matthew Joseph Bruccoli, ed.,
Conversations with Ernest Hemingway
(Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 1986), p. 196.

135
Unlike your baseball player
: A. E. Hotchner, “Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds,”
New York Times
, July 1, 2011.

135
quite as nervously broken down
: Meyers,
Hemingway: A Biography
, p. 278.

135
It's the worst hell
: Hotchner, “Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds.”

136
The FBI's got them going over my account
: Ibid.

136
he often spoke of destroying himself
: Ibid.

136
in January he called me
: Ibid.

136
This man, who had stood his ground
: Ibid.

136
turned on him
: Ibid.

137
Just because you're paranoid
: Charles Clay Doyle, Wolfgang Mieder, and Alfred R. Shapiro,
The Dictionary of Modern Proverbs
(New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 2012), p. 164; while this saying is widely attributed to Joseph Heller, the phrase does not appear in his novel
Catch-22
—rather, it appears in Buck Henry's screenplay for the 1970 film adaptation.

137
Beginning in the 1940s
: Hotchner, “Hemingway, Hounded by the Feds.”

137
Man can be destroyed
: Ibid.

137
I spend a hell of a lot of time killing
: Hotchner,
Papa Hemingway
, p. 139.

138
the Hemingway Defense
: Stephen King,
On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft
(New York: Simon and Schuster, 2002), p. 87.

14: THE SOUTHERN GENTLEMAN

139
Pouring out liquor
: Joseph Leo Blotner,
Faulkner: A Biography
(New York: Random House, 1974), p. 199.

139
Civilization begins with
: Dardis,
The Thirsty Muse
, p. 7.

139
Bill Faulkner had arrived
: Howard Mumford Jones and Walter B. Rideout, eds.,
Letters of Sherwood Anderson
(New York: Little, Brown, 1953), p. 252.

140
somewhat in absentia
: Dardis,
The Thirsty Muse
, p. 57.

140
Either way suits me
: Frederick John Hoffman and Olga W. Vickery,
William Faulkner: Three Decades of Criticism
(New York: Harcourt, Brace & World, 1960), p. 96.

141
the greatest writer we have
: Day, ed.,
Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words
, p. 67.

141
I am the best in America
: Michael Gresset,
A Faulkner Chronology
(Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 1985), p. 52.

141
Pappy was getting ready
: Stephen B. Oates,
William Faulkner: The Man and the Artist
(New York: Harper & Row, 1988), p. 231.

141
I usually write at night
: M. Thomas Inge,
Conversations with William Faulkner
(Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 1999), p. 21.

141
I get sore at Faulkner
: Dardis,
The Thirsty Muse
, p. 204.