in a letter, Fitzgerald wrote to his little sister, Annabel, about how to win the love of boys: "Cultivate deliberate physical grace"... I love that, yet I'm bitter.
i have certainly entrusted much of my growing up as a young woman to the the prose-like, drunken bitterness of men like hemingway, salinger, fitzgerald, and the rest of the sad drunks who ended alone. i honestly do believe they understood women in certain points of life (adolescence and early twenties to be exact)- however, they lacked more than i can even say. had hemingway or fitzgerald actually really and truly known/loved a woman past early twenties (which, considering early deaths and circumstances, is highly unlikely), i believe they would have written shit. MEN NEVER UNDERSTAND WOMEN - especially past age 25. although women never understand men, either. yet, that is besides the point. my question now is why do writers continue? why would anyone spend life earning higher degrees for a life he or she does not want to lead? i digress and far too far.
please look at this!........
http://www.theblackatlantic.com/?p=media