Monday, April 24, 2017
Remembering an F. Scott book my mother had given me years ago, I turned to it the other day, searching for historical detail. It opened at once to this page. My mother's words to me, when I was just seventeen.
It's as if she's speaking to me, now.
Mom, your F. Scott obsessed daughter is at last writing her F. Scott-infused novel. It took her long enough.