The Crack-Up

If Miette’s Bedtime Story Podcast was a CD**, today’s would be the secret bonus track hidden at the very end. If this was called Miette’s Bedtime Story TV Miniseries, today’s would be the Exciting Second Half that you’d be Staying Tuned for, except without the special effects. If it was Miette’s Bedtime Story Green Salad, this would be the succulent bite of endive to Friday’s sweet pear.

Or, listen, if this was The Two Faces of Miette’s Bedtime Story Podcast, this would be the moment just before Joanne Woodward puts on that smokey dark voice and her eyes glaze over and she’s suddenly Eve Black talking about sailors and boozing.

In other words, not only am I not podcasting a story this time, but I’m giving you more Fitzgerald. What can I say? He’s the writer so nice he has to be read twice, that’s him.

But I warn you: It’s serious business, grownup stuff, this time around. If you want a nice light bedtime story, I’ve got em in spades, never fear.

But today’s, serious. Rather than give much further elucidation of this plaintive essay written for Esquire in somber post-flapper days, this person has the facts and history. I’m just the reader.

** I mean old CDs, the kind we bought for, like, fifteen, twenty dollars, with music ALREADY burnt onto it, and a booklet with the lyrics sometimes printed on it or nice glossy photos, and it only held AT MOST fifteen songs or so, ‘member?

3 thoughts on “The Crack-Up”

  1. Ah, nostalgia. Makes me want to pull out the 8-track. Eh, not that I’m old enough for 8-tracks or anything… but I’ve read about them on the Internets. Now, knock wood that we never say such a thing about books.

  2. A very belated thanks for reading this-my library has an old beat-up copy of this book, and I swear I’m the only one that ever checks it out.

    And I just noticed that my itunes files this episode under the genre of “classic rock”. indeed.

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