Volume 1, Number 7 · November 28, 1963
An Elegy for F. Scott Fitzgerald
By William Styron
The Letters of F. Scott Fitzgerald
edited by Andrew Turnbull
Scribner, 615 pp., $10.00
It is perhaps inevitable that nearly all very good writers seem to be able to inspire the most vehement personal reactions. They might be quite dead but their spirits remain somehow immortally fleshed, and we are capable of talking about them as we talk about devoted friends, or about a despised neighbor who has just passed out of earshot. In certain cases it amounts to a type of bewitchment. Thus I heard only a short time ago a conservative, poetasting lawyer say that as much as he admired the work of Dylan Thomas, he would never allow the philandering rascal in his house.
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