I’ve always loved this photo of Sylvia Plath.
English writer Elizabeth Gaskell was born on 29th September 1810:
- KNOWN FOR: Mary Barton; North and South; Wives and Daughters: An Everyday Story; Cranford; The Life of Charlotte Brontë.
Encore post from 5 years ago.
Another year has gone by, and I still find you as enigmatic and problematic as ever. You, who could write such beautiful words, ruffle my feathers like few others. You, who squandered such exemplary gifts, frustrate me to the point of madness. Although I’ve never loved you, not even a bit, I have spent some wonderful time in your company. At this point in the game, I realize that I will never stop questioning you and, in questioning you, relentlessly, learn more about myself than I ever cared to know. Happy birthday, you beautiful bastard.
Yours (but not really),
F. Scott Fitzgerald by Gordon Bryant. Shadowland, 1921.
“I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”-This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
- YOU, TOO, CAN LIVE IN NORMAN MAILER’S HOUSE [THE PARIS REVIEW]
- TOM WOLFE, STRAIGHT-ARROW VIRGINIA GENT [THE PARIS REVEIW]
- FABULOUS PHOTOS FROM NYC’S PUNK AND NO-WAVE ERA [FLAVORWIRE]
- STUNNING ILLUSTRATIONS FOR NEW EDITIONS OF ‘FAHRENHEIT 451’ AND ‘I AM LEGEND’ [FLAVORWIRE]
Rainer Maria Rilke by Leonid Pasternak:
“The need to write comes from the need to make sense of one’s life and discover one’s usefulness.”–John Cheever
Yesterday’s Google Doodle was in honor of Hannah Glasse (born on 28 March 1708).
Isn’t it adorable?
My sweet cousin bought me this book for Christmas. As most of you know, I do an occasional feature about dead writers’ style, so this is up my alley.
American poet Edwin Arlington Robinson was born on 22 December 1869:
“Friends: people who borrow my books and set wet glasses on them.”–Edwin Arlington Robinson