The Great Gatsby was not so great, never threw a party worth mentioning the next day, and the only Daisy he ever knew was the one growing in his front yard.
The new 3D version of the American classic comes out this weekend and Fritz Fitzgerald, the chronically unemployed younger brother of F. Scott Fitzgerald, has a new memoir coming out from Anderson House Books just in time to cash in on the Great Gravy Train of Gatsbymania and the 50th anniversary of the death of Fitzgerald's unheralded brother with the writing talent of a 6th grade girl.
The book highlights the same summer that is featured in the novel and film, only with a decidedly different set of eyes. The eyes of the man in this photo claim Gatsby was: "mind-numbingly dull to be around for even 5 minutes, killed more conversations than a discussion about work, hung around with washed out blondes, (like the shag wearing tramp in the same picture), and attracted the kind of losers who think telling you that you have something on your shirt only to flick you in the face when you look down is the definition of hilarity." Fritz also claims Gatsby made you bring your own booze or served generic bar brands, had parties attended mostly by people with nothing on their social agendas but taking tickets to guess the weight of the yack or some other sideshow freak, and only knew a Daisy in his front yard, which he rarely left due to an irrational fear that he would be electrocuted if he set foot outside of his yard. Fritz recounts few stories involving Mr. G and spends considerable time making fun of his celebrated brother F. Scott and his pansy novels. Sounds like great summer reading for the beach or the sinkhole.
The new 3D version of the American classic comes out this weekend and Fritz Fitzgerald, the chronically unemployed younger brother of F. Scott Fitzgerald, has a new memoir coming out from Anderson House Books just in time to cash in on the Great Gravy Train of Gatsbymania and the 50th anniversary of the death of Fitzgerald's unheralded brother with the writing talent of a 6th grade girl.
The book highlights the same summer that is featured in the novel and film, only with a decidedly different set of eyes. The eyes of the man in this photo claim Gatsby was: "mind-numbingly dull to be around for even 5 minutes, killed more conversations than a discussion about work, hung around with washed out blondes, (like the shag wearing tramp in the same picture), and attracted the kind of losers who think telling you that you have something on your shirt only to flick you in the face when you look down is the definition of hilarity." Fritz also claims Gatsby made you bring your own booze or served generic bar brands, had parties attended mostly by people with nothing on their social agendas but taking tickets to guess the weight of the yack or some other sideshow freak, and only knew a Daisy in his front yard, which he rarely left due to an irrational fear that he would be electrocuted if he set foot outside of his yard. Fritz recounts few stories involving Mr. G and spends considerable time making fun of his celebrated brother F. Scott and his pansy novels. Sounds like great summer reading for the beach or the sinkhole.
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