Trimalchio is a tragicomedy, which is neither tragic nor omedy, about a young playwright drafted in to adapt The Great Gatsby. While dodging visions of a mysterious past he finds himself slowly sinking into the mind of F Scott Fitzgerald.
Iíve been working on Trimalchio
, the idea, for more than two years. Iíve been writing and editing for the last year. In the last two weeks Iíve gone through about five drafts? Maybe more? What you should know, however, is I am probably one of the worst proofreaders in existence. Some folks helped craft this thing, with special thanks to Laurens Steel
(who designed the cover art too), but itís otherwise my first solo venture. Iíve written two novels before this bit theyíre both either too boring or too good (note: good means awful) to go public.
If youíre wondering about a lot of the stuff that happens in the ruddy thing, and what itís primarily based on, then do read Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda
(a compilation of the love letters that the [eventual] Fitzgeralds sent to each other). That and, well, The Great Gatsby
if you havenít already. Wait, you havenít? Oh my! Shame on you!
is available for FREE
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to view online in GoogleDocs
(I will be adding Kindle/ePub/iBooks links in the future)
If you have any thoughts on it then feel free to tweet me them @Nathardisty or email me firstname.lastname@example.org or owl mail or whatever. If thereís any errors then do tell me them or, and I encourage this, attach them to a brick and throw it at my face.