In Hollywood one day last month, Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald phoned the doctor to put off his visit until next day. Fitzgerald was writing, did not want to be disturbed. He kept on writing the next morning, too. When the doctor got there a little later, Novelist Fitzgerald's heart had stopped.
Nostalgic Fitzgerald fans realized that the "lost generation" had died with him. They wondered what he had been racing death to write. Last week they penetrated several wrappings of reticence to find out. Fitzgerald was writing a novel about Hollywood. Its hero was...
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