Dead Writers

Before Woody Allen's MIDNIGHT IN PARIS, there was P. K. Rossetti's DEAD WRITERS.It is summer in Paris and Quincy Rollins is drunk the first time he meets Ernest Hemingway. On his way back from a late night at Gertrude Stein's salon, the soon-to-be famous author knocks on Quincy's door to introduce himself. Quincy is also drunk when he meets F. Scott Fitzgerald a few days later, but so is Fitzgerald-he shows up in his living room without ever bothering to knock.
During that fateful summer, the three men forge a strange and complicated relationship-at least that is how Quincy would describe it. When he is not drinking with Hemingway and Fitzgerald, Quincy avoids working on his novel by idling away afternoons in the Montparnasse cafés, recovering from hangovers, and trying to be witty with an odd collection of lesser-known writers and the fashion models they date.
Tormented by his greedy landlady and her suicidal poodle, plagiarized by an unscrupulous Englishman, terrorized by a pair of unsavory North Africans, and wanted by the French police, Quincy's life spirals out of control in dramatic fashion. Is Quincy Rollins a lost member of the "lost generation" or just a lost cause? Comically absurd and heartbreakingly tragic, DEAD WRITERS is the story of a young writer's free-fall in a foreign land and a must read for fans of Ernest Hemingway and F.
Scott Fitzgerald. What dead writers are saying about Dead Writers:"In bull-fighting they speak of the terrain of the bull and the terrain of the bull-fighter. As long as a bull-fighter stays in his own terrain he is comparatively safe. Each time he enters into the terrain of the bull he is in great danger. Rossetti, at his best, works like a rodeo clown, always in the terrain of the bull. This way he gives Dead Writers the sensation of coming tragedy and comedy."- Ernest Hemingway, American author and journalist, winner of the 1954 Nobel Prize in Literature"Most of the big publishing places are closed now and there are hardly any lights in the office buildings except the shadowy, moving green glow of an iPad across a dormant hall.
Rossetti believes in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded him then, but that's no matter-tomorrow Rossetti will write faster, stretch out his arms farther... And one fine morning. So we read on, like T. Quincy Rollins against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."- F. Scott Fitzgerald, American author of novels and short stories"Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to the possibilities; truth isn't.
Unless, of course, that fiction is written by P. K. Rossetti - I can't think of anything stranger than that."- Mark Twain, American author and humorist