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...Revel Syndicate, a literary agency, he received manuscripts (at a "marketing fee" of $4 to $7), praised them, shelved them for 30 days. As one of four presses (the Minerva, the Prometheus, the Pegasus, the Psychology), he then described himself as nibbling; and shelved the manuscript for another 30 days. At that point the house of Fortuny was foaming to print and sell the book, if only the author would come across with "part of" the manufacturing costs. The Fortuny contract promised the author 20% royalties on the first 3,000 copies sold, 50% thereafter. For some, there were extras...
Last week, all dressed up in a white suit, Manuel Quezon stood up to address the students of the Philippines and nobody, not even himself, controlled him. He put aside his prepared manuscript, waved his arms and launched into a speech as impassioned as it was unwise. Its general purport was clear enough...
Asked why Yale was given the manuscript of the book instead of Harvard, Marquand explained, "Yale asked for it first. I didn't realize that Widener would want it." He said that he is now arranging with Head Librarian Keyes Metcalf to give his other manuscripts and family letters to the College...
...Last Tycoon contains 128 pages of completed manuscript, covering a little more than half the story contemplated by the author; a synopsis of the rest; a selection from the notes, a letter to the publishers, some fragmentary scenes. To give bulk to the volume the publishers also reprinted in it The Great Gatsby and five Fitzgerald short stories...
...after an earthquake Stahr found a girl who was almost a replica of his dead wife, and they were shortly having an atmospheric affair. Chafing against a hard edge of reluctance she felt in Stahr, the girl married another man. Stahr, no drinker, got dismally drunk. Fitzgerald's manuscript stops at that point. The synopsis, and notes carry the tale down to Stahr's death in an airplane crash, and its curious aftermath...