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Max Perkins: Editor of Genius

Max Perkins: Editor of Genius is a comprehensive biography that delves into the life and career of Max Perkins, a pivotal figure in the literary world. The book examines Perkins' role in nurturing the talents of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, and other prominent authors of the early 20th century. It provides an intimate look at the editorial process and the relationships between editors and writers during this transformative period in American literature. more

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A. Scott Berg
A. Scott Berg

A. Scott Berg is an accomplished American biographer, celebrated for his in-depth and captivating biographies. Born on December 4, 1949, Berg has penned biographies that have garnered critical praise and numerous accolades. more

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“Dutiful How did I get so dutiful? Was I always that way? Going around as a child with a small broom and dustpan, sweeping up dirt I didn't make, or out into the yard with a stunted rake,, weeding the gardens of others -the dirt blew back, the weeds flourished, despite my efforts- and all the while with a frown of disapproval for other people's fecklessness, and my own slavery. I didn't perform these duties willingly. I wanted to be on the river, or dancing, but something had me by the back of the neck. That's me too, years later, a purple-eyed wreck, because whatever had to be finished wasn't, and I stayed late, grumpy as a snake, on too much coffee, and further on still, those groups composed of mutterings and scoldings, and the set-piece exhortation: somebody ought to do something! That was my hand shooting up. But I've resigned. I've ditched the grip of my echo. I've decided to wear sunglasses, and a necklace adorned with the gold word NO, and eat flowers I didn't grow. Still, why do I feel so responsible for the wailing from shattered houses, for birth defects and unjust wars, and the soft, unbearable sadness filtering down from distant stars?”

“You have no idea what that would do to my life,” I pleaded quietly. “No. I don't,” he admitted easily, but with growing outrage. “And neither do you. You go around making these monumental decisions about what other people should know or not know about their own lives. But you don't really have any more idea how it will turn out than I do! You just do what you think is safest and then crawl around hoping no one will find out and blame you later if things go wrong!”