Don’t worry,” she says. “Ernest always attracted obsessives. You were only one of many. And secretly, sometimes, I think he was flattered. Nobody ever stalked Fitzgerald.

The Sun Also Rises, A Farewell to Arms, Death in the Afternoon – as well as all of the short stories that writers studied for the inner trick of them. But there was no trickery: only the plain words put there as if they had always been there – like pebbles cooled in a river.

Sometimes there’s this feeling of things being repeated. I put the needle on the same place in the same track and I expect a different tune.

Oh no. I split my time between Paris and New York. They’re the only places to really live.

Sometimes there's this feeling of things being repeated. I put the needle on the same place in the same track and I expect a different tune.

Oh no. I split my time between Paris and New York. They're the only places to really live.

What a pull he has! What a magnetism! Women jump off balconies and follow him into wars. Women turn their eyes from an affair, because a marriage of three is better than a woman alone.

The Sun Also Rises, A Farewell to Arms, Death in the Afternoon - as well as all of the short stories that writers studied for the inner trick of them. But there was no trickery: only the plain words put there as if they had always been there - like pebbles cooled in a river.

Don't worry," she says. "Ernest always attracted obsessives. You were only one of many. And secretly, sometimes, I think he was flattered. Nobody ever stalked Fitzgerald.

The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking.