…a kind of subdued magic, controlled and exquisite, the sort of thing you get from good string quartettes.

There have been many drunk writers . . . but none seems to have encapsulated the glamour of alcohol like Fitzgerald.

The writing I love the most places you into that story, that room, that rain soaked kiss. You can smell the air, hear the sounds, and feel your heart race as the character’s does. It’s something F. Scott Fitzgerald did so well, to describe a scene so gorgeously interwoven with rich emotional revelations, that you yourself have escaped from your own life for a moment.

Fitzgerald will be read when many of his well-known contemporaries are forgotten.

Every sentence is its own glittering world... For all of Dorothy Parker’s quips about cocktails and Charles Bukowski’s bromides about beer, Fitzgerald’s prose alcohol content remains unparalleled—the irony being that he was a lightweight.