Zelda Fitzgerald Fanblog

[macrolit]

And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.

The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via macrolit)

~ Zelda, Probably

[quotemadness]

“The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via quotemadness)

[zeldaprobably]

...actually I’m gonna let this one slide

[quotemadness]

“I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

[zeldaprobably]

- Zelda, probably

[hollys-writeblr]

“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties, there isn’t any privacy”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

[zeldaprobably]

- Zelda, probably

[notmanthelessbutnaturemore]

From Austin Kleon’s ‘Keep Going’

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- Zelda, probably

[tothewordgarden]

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Flappers and Philosophers

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- Zelda, probably

[starfleetsfinest]

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via canhappenlove)

[zeldaprobably]

- Zelda, probably

[marxman95]

“The Grapes of Wrath was written because Steinbeck stole the notes of a hardworking Dust Bowl-era journalist named Sanora Babb, who was trying to write her own book. When she finally had a chance to pitch it, she found that the market was overpowered by a successful book—based entirely on her notes. When Steinbeck saw the things in person that he later wrote about, he couldn’t stand to look at it for more than a day. Babb spent much of her career working with and chronicling impoverished farmers. Her book wasn’t published until the year before she died. In 2004. She would be a household name if not for the theft.”

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Fuck you, Steinbeck. (via theangelofbucephalon)

Steinbeck based his book on reports made by Sanora Babb (leaked to him by her boss, Tom Collins, to whom Grapes of Wrath is dedicated). Sanora Babb was planning to write her own book, but Steinbeck published before she did. Babb was told that the market could not bear another on the same subject. Her book, ‘Whose Names are Unknown’, was finally published in 2004. I haven’t read either book yet, but am now definitely going to be reading ‘Whose Names are Unknown’ soon. Babb’s novel is described as showing how by re-creating rudimentary democratic practices the refugees restructure their lives as a unified community, resisting violent discrimination. In ‘Whose Names are Unknown’, we hear the whole powerful story from the point of view of a woman who had actual experience with both the origin and the destination of the migrants.

Sanora Babb was a member of the US Communist Party in the 1930s and 40s, dropped out of the party due to the authoritarian structure and in-fighting.

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here are some sources, in case you were looking for them

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HOLY SHIT

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so that’s fitzgerald, and now steinbeck outed as thieves, who stole the intellectual property of women to write their “masterpieces”. i’m sure there are many more examples of male theft from women in the literary domain, probably as many thefts as in the sciences. men are pathetic, talentless pieces of shit. 

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[ultralaser]

I THOUGHT ACADEMIA TOOK A FIRM STANCE AGAINST PLAGIARISM

[bnmxfld]

F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Beautiful and Damned

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- Zelda, probably

[palmifer]

“Suppose, for instance, that men were only represented in literature as the lovers of women, and were never the friends of men, soldiers, thinkers, dreamers; how few parts in the plays of Shakespeare could be allotted to them; how literature would suffer! We might perhaps have most of Othello; and a good deal of Antony; but no Caesar, no Brutus, no Hamlet, no Lear, no Jaques –literature would be incredibly impoverished, as indeed literature is impoverished beyond our counting by the doors that have been shut upon women.”

— Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own 

[oldhollywood]

Katharine Hepburn as Amazon warrior princess Antiope & Colin Keith-Johnston as Theseus in stage production of The Warrior’s Husband (1932) (Corbis)

[crimelords]

ok. ok

[elodieunderglass]

all right I’ll allow it

[wizardposting666]

Okay so some fun and interesting tidbits of info that @queer-taako gave me a while back regarding Katherine Hepburn: she may have possibly been either nonbinary or transmasc. She had a male persona, and gay men (as in exclusively gay men, men who only had sex with and were attracted to other men) had sex with her. They viewed her as just as much a man as any of them. In fact, the only reason I’m still using “her” and not “him”/“them” is because it was never confirmed (and let’s be real, it could have been very dangerous for her back then). But that information is out there.

[charismat1c-megafauna]

This is a pretty good article going into detail about Hepburn’s identity as well as how the era sort of impacted her experience. She described herself later in life as “the missing link between genders” and even as a child, had a secret name for herself which she preferred to be called among friends (Jimmy) and the information she gave about her childhood like not getting why everyone seemed to treat her like a girl, not wanting anything to do with feminine things, having a secret name, at the very least resonates with gnc and butch women, trans men and nonbinary people.

We have no way of knowing what she really was, and we cant really ascribe an identity to her, but she had relationships with men and women and wanted pretty much nothing to do with womanhood in her private life. Being non straight and/or not cis in Hollywood, especially back then, was such a minefield to navigate, and there was virtually no language to express yourself if your identity was anything other than gay or straight cis person, and even the term ‘lesbian’ wasnt used as often as youd think.

[princesshamlet-deactivated20210]

when it’s three o’clock in the morning and you keep thinking about the great gatsby instead of going to bed:

[princesshamlet-deactivated20210]

“I see Time and Space wedded in painted static.”

— Zelda Fitzgerald

[perspective]

“Those men think I’m purely decorative, and they’re fools for not knowing better.”

— Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald. (via peterrpiper)

[wordsnquotes]

You’ll understand why storms are named after people.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned  (via wordsnquotes)

-- Zelda, probably

[thelovejournals]

His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via wordsnquotes)

- Zelda, probably

[sharkodactyl]

do you ever think about how many people in history were attracted to people of the same gender – people you know, history book names, poets and authors and film stars and war heroes and kings – and you only learn about this years and years after you learn about them and it socks you in the gut? do you ever think about how it’s this vicious cycle where these names from history are erased, these parts of people are erased, so we don’t even learn that it’s possible that other people could be Like This – and then you crush down the part of yourself that could be Like This because it’s not a real thing, everyone in history has been straight and it’s just you that’s the anomaly.

like, this idea that being anything except straight is this brand new thing. being gay was invented twenty years ago and before that it was just books and books and books of women falling in love with men. but it wasn’t. there were people like you. there were always people like you, and you can only learn this through scraps of paper passed under the table by other terrified kids on the internet. it breaks my goddamn heart. this erasing. these loves cut out, just in case a high schooler reading a history book looks at it and goes oh.

[sharkodactyl]

#the fact that we go sifting through journals and poems and anecdotes #looking for SCRAPS of something #that shows that these people who meant something to us #could be like us. maybe. #that poet might really understand you. that actor might have meant what they did on tv. #this sad desperate archaeology of need