F. Scott Fitzgerald

On Booze

A collection of stories on drinking and writing and losing out on love.



I picked this up a couple weeks ago at The Regulator Bookshop in Durham.  It's one of my favorite places to go when I'm feeling at either side of the pendulum swing--either concretely stuck, or totally free. 

Their selection of new works and various collections is curated to suit a varied range of literary palates, so almost anybody could walk in and fine something of interest without having to walk too far. I find myself rarely walking further than the shelves just beyond the front desk because my favorite section is at the very front of the shop--the magazine, journal, and newspaper room, which is dense with titles often difficult to find.

I don't know about you, but I prefer to flip through my journals before buying them. 

Although I love receiving personal letters in the mail, I'm just not a subscription kind of gal.

Here are some of my favorite passages:

"During a long summer of despair I wrote a novel instead of letters, so it came out all right, but it came out all right for a different person."

"This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness. I think also that in an adult the desire to be finer in grain that you are..."

"...vitality never "takes." You have it or you haven't it, like health or brown eyes or honor or a baritone voice."

"...I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again."