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In 1936 — perhaps the darkest year of his life — F. Scott Fitzgerald was convalescing in a hotel in Asheville, North Carolina, when he offered his nurse a list of 22 books he thought were essential reading. The list, above, is written in the nurse’s hand.
Here’s a list worth examining, and most of them are available for free!
Don’t worry, Gregory Peck. She’s pretty scary, but she’s only make-believe. Maybe you need to take a break from UNLOVELY to make a cup of cocoa.
When Joyce and drinking buddy Ernest Hemingway faced a potential brawl, Joyce would hide behind his more imposing comrade and shout
The tropical moths produce ultrasound in response to bat sonar, which may serve as a warning or jam bat echolocation.
Well. This is weird, isn’t it? Hmmm.
‘This was a practice where the mother, often disguised or hiding, often under a spread, holds her baby tightly for the photographer to insure a sharply focused image.’
- The Hidden Mother
From the 1800’s. An unusually spooky picture of the kids to enclose with your Christmas cards.
In keeping with the theme of unabashedly body-proud literary figures, I bring you topless William Faulkner, sunning his torso, but protecting his slim ankles from damaging UV rays. Could he be typing As I Lay Dying? It would seem inappropriate. That’s not the sort of book you write while sipping rum punch.
Do you buy this for the kid or the dad? Does the wife walk into a store and request a saddle that will fit her husband?
Why buy a rash guard shirt, when you can knit one? Is there anything yummier than the feel (and smell) of wet wool? Perhaps wet wool mixed with the odor of Brylcreem …