In 1937, F. Scott Fitzgerald dragged himself back to a place he hated "like poison" " Hollywood. He'd tried his luck in sunny California twice before, earning fat paychecks but accomplishing little. It was hackwork, he thought, and he wasn't good at it. But he had no choice. After the disappointing sales of his 1934...
SOURCE: The New York Post at 07:24PM on July 27, 2017