F. Scott Fitzgerald

Just got done listening to “The Lees of Happiness” by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Two quick observations.

1) Wow. That guy is brutal. Sheesh. Shouldn’t he at least have the courtesy to put a little sugar-coating on real life? I mean, come on, F.! (What kind of a name is F. anyway?)

2) Turns out that free, amateur recordings of great literature are every bit as good as ones that you have to pay for. I really like Audible.com, but if folks keep turning out free recordings of this quality and talent, I might just be compelled to drop my subscription. Unfortunately, this particular site hasn’t recorded anything new for months, so maybe it’s a little premature to send in my cancellation notice.