Read The Trip to Echo Spring Online
Authors: Olivia Laing
93
â
two small, fabric-covered, rectangular boxes
. . .': Mary Hemingway, âThe Making of the Book: A Chronicle and a Memoir',
New York Times
1 May 1964.
93
â
was filled with a ragtag collection
. . .': A.E. Hotchner, âDon't Touch A Moveable Feast',
New York Times,
19 July 2009.
94
â
It is not unnatural
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, in Jacqueline Tavernier-Courbin, âThe Mystery of the Ritz-Hotel Papers',
College Literature
, Vol. 7, No. 3, Fall 1980, pp. 289â303.
95
â
On the corporal front
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 877.
96
â
The maladaptive pattern of drinking
. . .': Robert S. Porter, ed.,
Merck Manual of Diagnosis and Therapy.
97
â
and then, just as it was about to eat him
. . .': Gregory Hemingway,
Papa:A Personal Memoir
(Houghton Mifflin, 1976), pp. 62â3.
98
â
When a person who is dependent on alcohol
. . .': ADAM, âAlcoholism and Alcohol Abuse',
New York Times,
13 January 2011.
101
â
If I can be said to have a home
. . .': Tennessee Williams, in Donald Spoto,
The Kindness of Strangers,
p. 121.
101
â
New Orleans isn't like other cities':
Tennessee Williams,
A Streetcar Named
Desire and Other Plays,
p. 121.
CHAPTER
4
: A HOUSE ON FIRE
103
â
Those cathedral bells
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
A Streetcar Named Desire and Other Plays
, p. 219.
104
â
You know, New Orleans is
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Memoirs,
p. 109.
104
â
the remains of a fallen southern family
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Letters,
Volume 1
, p. 557.
105
â
a peculiarly tender blue
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
A Streetcar Named Desire and Other Plays,
p. 115.
106
â
Open your pretty mouth
. . .': ibid., p. 120.
106
â
The music is in her mind
. . .': ibid., p. 200.
107
â
Well, honey, a shot never
. . .': ibid., p. 170.
107
â
Why, it's a liqueur, I believe':
ibid., p. 202.
107
â
You ought to lay off his liquor
. . .': ibid., pp. 202â3.
110
â
Holocaust in Germany
. . .':Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 195.
111
â
So I turn to my journals
. . .': ibid., p. 457.
112
â
twenty-eight thousand acres
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Other Plays,
p. 73.
112
â
it's spread all through him
. . .': ibid., p. 97.
112
â
fallen in love with Echo Spring
. . .': ibid., p. 40.
113
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The thing they're discussing
. . .': ibid., p. 75.
113
â
charm of that cool air
. . .': ibid., p. 19.
114
â
Got a 5 page letter from Gadg
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 663.
114
âI
“buy” a lot
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
The Selected Letters of Tennessee Williams, Volume 2
(New Directions, 2004), pp. 555â8.
115
â
Of course it is a pity
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Other Plays,
p. 7.
118
â
Looked through the new play script
. . .':Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 595.
119
â
When he came back out
. . .': Tennessee Williams, âThree Players of a Summer Game',
Collected Stories
(Secker & Warburg, 1986), p. 311.
120
â
the play that threw me
. . .':Tennessee Williams,
Letters, Volume 2,
p. 525.
120
â
The sun shines over the straits
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 599.
121
â
All hell is descended on me
. . .': ibid., pp. 611â13.
121
â
fierce geranium that shattered
. . .': Tennessee Williams, âThree Players of a Summer Game',
Collected Stories,
p. 307.
122
â
induced partly by liquor
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Notebooks,
p. 631.
122
â
Here's the dilemma
. . .': ibid., p. 647.
123
â
someday, I fear, one
of these panics will kill
me
. . .': ibid., p. 657.
124
âA
double neurosis
. . .': ibid., pp. 657â61.
125
âA
man that drinks
. . .': Tennessee Williams, âThree Players of a Summer Game',
Collected Stories,
p. 310.
126
â
the startling co-existence of good and evil
. . .': Tennessee Williams,
Letters, Volume 2,
p. 552.
128
â
One of those no-neck monsters . . .':
Tennessee Williams,
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Other Plays,
p. 17.
128
âI
wish you would lose your looks
. . .': ibid., p. 25.
128
â
You look so cool, so cool
. . .': ibid., p. 26.
130
â
The subject was everywhere
. . .': Evelyn Waugh,
Brideshead Revisited
(Penguin, 1964) p. 158.
131
â
Been drinking whisky up here
. . .': ibid., p. 127.
CHAPTER
5
: THE BLOODY PAPERS
136
â
One does not travel so much as
. . .': John Cheever, âThe Bloody Papers', Berg Collection.
137
âI
am not in this world
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 357.
137
â
With a hangover and a light fever
. . .': John Cheever, in Blake Bailey,
Cheever: A Life,
p. 462.
137
â
clearer and clearer
. . .': Susan Cheever,
Home Before Dark
(Houghton Mifflin, 1984), p. 161.
137
â
In the morning I am deeply depressed
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 103.
138
âI
cannot remember my meanness
. . .': ibid., p. 218.
140
â
psychiatrists would call
. . .': John Cheever, in Blake Bailey,
Cheever:A Life,
p. 620.
140
â
Might the seasons change
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 187.
140
â
When he finds it's dark and cold
. . .': John Cheever, âThe Art of Fiction No. 62',
Paris Review.
141
âMy
memory is full of holes
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 186.
141
â
In church, on my knees
. . .': ibid., p. 188.
142
â
and so deeply involved
. . .': ibid., p. 215.
142
â
When I told him I liked swimming
. . .': John Cheever,
Letters,
p. 261.
143
â
When I think back to my parents
. . .': John Cheever, âThe Bloody Papers', Berg Collection.
146
âI
am, he was
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 212.
146
â
considered himself to be
. . .': John Cheever on F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Brief Lives: A Biographical Companion to the Arts
(Allen Lane, 1972), pp. 275â6.
146
â
Straight 1850 potato-famine Irish
. . .': F. Scott Fitzgerald, in Arthur Mizener,
The Far Side of Paradise
(Houghton Mifflin, 1951), p. 2.
148
âA
neurotic, half insane
. . .': ibid., p. 202.
148
â
He remembers the day
. . .':
F. Scott Fitzgerald's Ledger,
p. 162.
148
â
He came home that evening
. . .': Andrew Turnbull,
Scott Fitzgerald,
p. 22.
149
â
he kept his samples of rice
. . .': ibid., p. 24.
149
â
It's everything I've forgotten
. . .': F. Scott Fitzgerald, âAuthor's House',
Afternoon of an Author,
ed. Arthur Mizener (The Bodley Head, 1958), pp. 232â9.
151
â
The tonic or curative force.
. .': John Cheever, Berg Collection.
151
â
to give some fitness and shape.
. .': John Cheever, in Blake Bailey,
Cheever:A Life,
p. 44.
152
â
The writer cultivates, extends
. . .': John Cheever,
Journals,
p. 213.
152
âI
must convince myself
. . .': ibid., p. 255.
153
â
Why is you an addict
. . .': John Cheever,
Falconer
(Cape, 1977), p. 726.
154
â
Only lets hurry and get to Havana
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 275.
154
I am indebted to Michael Reynolds for his reconstruction of the Hemingway family's various movements over this period in
Hemingway: The American Homecoming
(Blackwell, 1992).
155
â
Like a dream to think
. . .': Unpublished letter from Clarence Hemingway to Ernest Hemingway, 11 April 1928, The Ernest Hemingway Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library.
155
â
Oh Ernest, how could you
. . .': Clarence Hemingway to Ernest Hemingway, in Michael Reynolds,
Hemingway
, p. 137.
155
â
Daddy wiped a tear from his eye
. . .': Marcelline Hemingway,
At the Hemingways: A Family Memoir
(Putnam, 1963), p. 227.
157
â
The big frame, the quick movements
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, âFathers and Sons',
The Complete Short Stories,
p. 370.
157
â
I'm so glad you liked the Doctor story
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 153.
157
â
The reason most of the book
. . .': ibid., p. 327.
158
â
Dear, I don't think
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, âThe Doctor and the Doctor's Wife',
The Complete Short Stories,
pp. 75â6.
159
â
many things that were not to be moved
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, âNow I Lay Me', ibid., p. 278.
162
â
Isn't that old River Forest woman terrible
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 591.
163
âI
can't seem to think of a way
. . .': Unpublished letter from Clarence Hemingway to Ernest Hemingway, 23 October 1928, The Ernest Hemingway Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library.
164
â
You were damned good
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 291.
164
â
Various worthless land
. . .': ibid., p. 292.
165
â
Tears Henry shed
. . .': John Berryman, âDream Song 235',
The Dream Songs,
p. 254.
166
â
The most brilliant
. . .': Philip Levine, âMine Own John Berryman', in Richard J. Kelly and Alan K. Lathrop, eds.,
Recovering Berryman: Essays on a Poet
(University of Michigan Press, 1993), pp. 40â41.
167
â
everything went like snow
. . .': Martha Berryman,
We Dream of Honour: John Berryman's letters to his mother,
ed. Richard Kelly (W.W. Norton, 1988), p. 378.
168
â
That mad drive
. . .': John Berryman, âDream Song 143',
The Dream Songs,
p. 160.
169
â
Hunger was constitutional
. . .': John Berryman, âDream Song 311', ibid., p. 333.
171
â
Perhaps most novels are
. . .': Edmund White, âIn Love with Duras',
The
New York Review of Books,
26 June 2008.
171
â
Then after your father had shot himself
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
For Whom
the Bell Tolls
(Penguin, 1966 [1941]), pp. 318â19.
CHAPTER
6
: GOING SOUTH
178
â
I'm still in bed most of the time
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 337.
178
âThis is really going
. . .': ibid., p. 340.
180
â
By January 11
. . .': Michael Reynolds,
Hemingway: The 1930s
(W.W. Norton, 1997), p. 162.
181
â
It said in Black's
. . .': Ernest Hemingway, âSnows of Kilimanjaro',
The Complete Short Stories,
pp. 40â56.
181
â
If I could have made this
. . .': Ernest Hemingway,
Death in the Afternoon
(Penguin, 1966 [1932]), p. 255.
182
âI
put all the true stuff in . .
.': Ernest Hemingway, âThe Art of Fiction No. 21',
Paris Review.
183
â
pooped':
Ernest Hemingway,
Selected Letters,
p. 436.
183
âI
saw that for a long time
. . .': F. Scott Fitzgerald, âThe Crack-up',
The Crack-Up, with other pieces and stories
(Penguin, 1965), p. 48.