The crack up
Little did I know in August 1979, when I bought this book in Canterbury while attending a course for teachers of English as a Secondary Language, that 1979 was going to be the year when my first marriage would crack up.
It all happened in December.
But this is another story, another sad story which had not been written by Scott Fitzgerald precisely.
Today I remembered it when I opened this book and saw the date and the title. I then realized I had not read the book before.