Finally Rick struck a match by a gravestone and yelled, “They’re here!” Jim and I converged on the modest, waist-high headstone, streaked dark with tree sap or mold, that Rick was kneeling beside. In his matchlight the inscription was clear: “Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald . . . His Wife . . . Zelda Sayre.” Things went glimmering, and each of us,...
Intriguing facts about the great author revealed in David S. Brown’s new book on FSF … Everyone knows F. Scott Fitzgerald. He is variously remembered as the “Great American Dreamer,” the author of The Great Gatsby, and the man who coined the phrase “Jazz Age.” Fitzgerald was a literary celebrity in that dubious industry’s infancy and...
“Who were these elegant ladies who brushed past me, perusing the display cases as casually as if they were shopping for dinner? At Christmas-time, these women wore fur coats and heels and somehow they just looked like money. My mother was beautiful, too, but even as a small child, I could tell the difference between her fake...
“inhale, exhale, gasp. … she runs from the room, comes back flushed and clutching a typed contract for me to sign, prone, bearing down on my stomach. I have not had sex for two months….” BROAD STREET kicks off National Poetry Month with a tribute to the spaces where verse connects with things feminine, by new...
In winter, the ubiquitous American elm trees are bare and the anemic playgrounds of these projects are empty; the concrete of the buildings appears heavy against the gray skies…. And yet, in these cold public spaces, the neighborhood rises into life each day as my son, Jamie, and I make our way to school. The...
