I can remember at school how we would read together in class an Ode by Keats, a Shakespeare sonnet or a chapter of Animal Farm. I would tingle inside and want to sob, just at the words, at nothing more than the simple progression of sounds. But when it came to writing that thing called an Essay, I flubbed and floundered. I could never discover where to start. How do you find the distance and the cool to write in an academically approved style about something that makes you spin, wobble and weep?
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s handwritten manuscript of The Great Gatsby.
amoelbarroco:Eliza Blasina, 1890. From the Charles H. McCaghy Collection of Exotic Dance from Burlesque to Clubs. Courtesy of Ohio State University, Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee Theatre Research Institute More here.