This is the best short fiction I've read in ages. And no I don't know how you say her name.
Don't let them tell you it's all been done before.
This was good, too
"For a quarter million, which would have gotten us a bed bug-infested closet in the city, we purchased a ramshackle fourteen-bedroom house with a pool, a tennis court, a bridle path, and even former butler quarters, which we could rent out on Airbnb. We have two Priuses, two washers and dryers, a dishwasher, and total peace of mind. Life out here is placid and wonderful, and has afforded me the time and space for things I could never do in the city, like jarring my own salsa and not living in New York. Our Japanese garden is actually planted with the books I told myself I didn’t have time to read. I’m most proud of the War and Peace cacti, which is flourishing."
I’m working on the menu for a brunch place that serves only dishes based on popular classic rock songs. So far:
Eggs Benny and the Jets
Smoke On the Waffle
Sweet Ham Alabama
Sargent Pepper’s Lonely Hard-Boiled Eggs
Lox On the Wild Side
Scrambled Up in Blue
The Great Gatsby was first published by Charles Scribner’s Sons 90 years ago today, in 1925. Even though F. Scott Fitzgerald (books by this author) already had two successful novels under his belt - This Side of Paradise (1920) and The Beautiful and Damned (1922) - Gatsby’s reception was, at best, mixed. The novel sold fewer than 20,000 copies its first year in print, and Fitzgerald went to his grave in 1940, at the age of 44, believing he was a failure. Reviews were tepid, and most readers saw it as little more than a nostalgic period piece. One reviewer said the book was “clever and brilliantly surfaced but not the work of a wise and mature novelist.” H.L. Mencken called it “a beautiful anecdote.” Fitzgerald believed the book flopped because it lacked a likeable female protagonist and at that time most readers of novels were women. Later critics speculated that it was the disconnect between the novel’s wealthy characters and the tough real-world economic times that left readers cold. Matthew Josephson wrote of Gatsby in 1933 that “there are ever so many Americans who can’t drink champagne from morning to night, or even go to Princeton or Montparnasse.”
From The Writer’s Almanac
What do you call piano that sounds like this? Also, those bongos right??
Bits n pieces around LA
Kevin Pang eats with the inmates of Westville Correctional Facility.