A shiver went over the near-by tables. It's all forgotten long ago. Hobby finds the writer in a bar and, after a night of heavy drinking, gets the information he wants. He looked at Ronald Colman's address on the folder and gave the direction to the chauffeur. When he pointed out the commissary, John wanted to stop there 'to buy his uncle a hot dog'.
You've got to play the part this McCarthy had. At this studio he never felt unemployed--in recent times of stress he had eaten property food on its stages--half a cold lobster during a scene from The Divine Miss Carstairs; he had often slept on the sets and last winter made use of a Chesterfield overcoat from the costume department. He's going to be shot at curfew so she grabs a church bell--' Jack Berners leaned forward earnestly. Fitzgerald apparently wrote these stories when he was low on cash, based in part on Fitzgerald's own experiences as a down-and-out screenwriter. Occasionally, but less often every year, some of these calls developed into jobs before you could say 'Santa Anita'. As far as he could determine he was unhurt--but why out here and alone? Four weeks at your regular price.
Scott Fitzgerald had a sense of humor? Then I went to stage five where the guide said, but it was closed. A similar image came into Pat's mind in the ensuing days whenever he thought of Orson Welles. Behind Hilliard he saw a face he knew--a hateful and dreaded face--that of the collector for the North Hollywood Finance and Loan Company. Two weeks ago I laid out all his structure--every scene. It expanded rapidly in beauty and power during the time it took him to drink three large whiskeys. It was a lousy trick to go off and leave me in this ditch.
He was proud of it--there was a ring of factual sincerity in it too often missing from his work. It would be like old times walking with a cute little blonde past the staring crowds on the sidewalk. But there was some other element besides anger in it and Pat squirmed doubtfully as the two men regarded him with almost impersonal curiosity--as if he were a candidate for a cannibal's frying pan. These are tickets to another show. Jack Berners signaled on the Dictograph for the President's office. Granted, I haven't read everything by him, so I don't know if he always wrote about people going down the drain, and about things inevitably, irreversibly getting worse. The Hobby stories were a satirical indictment of the soulless, factory-like process that the Hollywood studios used to make movies.
He received a pat on the back by Fred and Norma at the deacons meeting. Little jeering jests were audible. He kind of reflects Fitzgerald own condition during his last years. Yet she felt that the lingering crowd was a tribute to her--such as she had never exacted before. Many of these follow a formula--some money falls into Pat's lap and then falls out of it. Ruffled, the man produced his business card and handed it to Pat. And then gazed about helpless--so helpless that a truck was almost upon her when Pat reached out and plucked her aside.
It was built in Pittsburgh. Let's see your auto licence. These are lean stories that lack the lyricism Fitzgerald is known for but that nonetheless explore one of his major themes, failure. Some years back I went through my Fitzgerald stage where I was consumed by his writing. But one demand he returned to again and again. He stood watching the limousine go out of sight.
I never saw a man pick up this work so fast. It's easier to understand and not as tiresome as some older books like A Tale of Two Cities. Mr Banizon did not expect a suggestion from either of them but he had been talking aloud to himself about the problem for a week now and was unable to stop. After talkies came he always teamed up with some man who wrote dialogue. Scott Fitzgerald Out of habit, Hobby wanders around the studio despite not having a job there.
I told you in the first place what I wanted. He rose and went to the side of the limousine. What with the European market gone. As Pat leaves the office Berners calls him back and puts some dollars in his hand. Sterner not upon himself, but on the harsh fate that had dogged him for nearly a decade.
Less than three steps inside the theatre a hand fell on Pat's shoulder. He had done almost what he had been hired to do--though his hand had accidentally fallen upon the dialogue rather than the structure. Why that--he owes me money! He wanders around like a lost soul. When he is asked to help think of a title for a film set in a tourist motel, Hobby fears that his own secret job as a night clerk at just such a motel has been discovered. I'm no stunt man--' 'You signed a contract just like McCarthy's to do anything within reason--and our lawyers have certified this. Scott Fitzgerald While lunching at the commissary, Hobby witnesses an extra from a film shoot attempting to sit at a table reserved for executives a table where Hobby himself has often wished to sit. Ο Φιτζέραλντ μέσω των συγκεκριμένων διηγημάτων θίγει τα κακώς κείμενα του Χόλιγουντ της εποχής του και αναδεικνύει μια άλλη εικόνα της μεγάλης αυτής βιομηχανίας θεάματος.