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scribblemyname ([personal profile] scribblemyname) wrote2013-01-09 08:03 am

Scribbling the Price of Admission

I’ve read the story carefully and, Frances, I’m afraid the price for doing professional work is a good deal higher than you are prepared to pay at present. You’ve got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences that you might tell at dinner. This is especially true when you begin to write, when you have not yet developed the tricks of interesting people on paper, when you have none of the technique which it takes time to learn. When, in short, you have only your emotions to sell.

This is the experience of all writers. It was necessary for Dickens to put into Oliver Twist the child’s passionate resentment at being abused and starved that had haunted his whole childhood. Ernest Hemingway’s first stories ‘In Our Time’ went right down to the bottom of all that he had ever felt and known. In ‘This Side of Paradise’ I wrote about a love affair that was still bleeding as fresh as the skin wound on a haemophile.

Letter to Frances Turball from F. Scott Fitzgerald
November 9, 1938

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.

[identity profile] in-the-blue.livejournal.com 2013-01-10 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
More reasons to love him.

(This is a more eloquent version of what I was trying to say to you earlier.)

[identity profile] in-the-blue.livejournal.com 2013-01-10 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
But this one makes me want to watch Midnight in Paris again. For the Hemingway - Fitzgerald interaction if nothing else.