Here I am, in bed, lights off, phone at my face. Opened the New York Times app, swiped over to the literature section. There’s an article about F. Scott’s Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, I select it. Because I want to know, need to know. How could there possibly be anything new to say about the book and its author? A few paragraphs down, I come across this:
“When he published “The Great Gatsby,” Fitzgerald was more than just a famous writer; he was a celebrated generational voice, the Sally Rooney of his time.”
I felt my face bunch up. Its corners bunching into my nose, like the earths crust bunching into mountains.
Anybody else cringe upon reading the Rooney comparison?
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