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LPC en la biblioteca | Septiembre 19, 2009

hemingway-and-baileys-bartending-guide-to-great-american-writers.jpgTom Shone querría ser el Perez Hilton de la era dorada de Hollywood:

In America William Faulkner and Scott Fitzgerald were the Paris and Britney of their day, caught in the funhouse mirror of fame, their careers a vivid tabloid mash-up of hospitalisations and electroshock therapies. “When I read Faulkner I can tell when he gets tired and does it on corn just as I used to be able to tell when Scott would hit it beginning with ‘Tender is the Night’,” said Hemingway, playing the Amy Winehouse role of denier-in-chief. He kept gloating track of his friends’ decline, all the while nervously checking out books on liver damage from the library; by the end, said George Plimpton, Hemingway’s liver protruded from his belly “like a long fat leech”.

In fact none of these authors would write much that was any good beyond the age of 40, Faulkner’s prose seizing up with sclerosis, Hemingway sinking into unbudgeable mawkishness. When Fitzgerald went public about his creative decline in Esquire, in a piece entitled “The Crack Up”—a prototype for all the misery memoirs we have today—Hemingway was disgusted, inviting him to cast his “balls into the sea—if you have any balls left”. Today, of course, “The Crack Up” would be shooting up the besteller lists, and Fitzgerald would be sat perched on Oprah’s couch talking about his struggle and his co-dependent relationship with Ernest, proudly wearing his 90-day sobriety chip, but in the 1930s, the recovery industry, then in its infancy, was regarded by most with the enthusiasm of a cat approaching a bathtub.

El articulo, que habla de los peligros de estar sobrio, es a la vez triste y desternillante y me ha parecido entender que llama a Bukowsky el Ozzy Osbourne del mundo literario . Pero a mi, a quien todas las asociaciones, grupos, listas generacionales, colectivos y frentes organizados acaban pareciéndome un grupo de ayuda cristiano, lo que más me gusta es Fitzgerald cuando dice: I was never a joiner.



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