Quirk Books comes through again with bookish news for bookish people. This article is need-to-know information! Personally, I would have pegged Hemingway as more of a whiskey sour kind of guy. But, hey, absinth and champaign works too. And, of course, Fitzgerald is all about the gin, especially on sweltering hot, late summer afternoons on Long Island . . .
The next day was broiling, almost the last, certainly the warmest, of the summer....The straw seats of the car hovered on the edge of combustion; the woman next to me perspired delicately for a while into her white shirtwaist, and then, as her newspaper dampened under her fingers, lapsed despairingly into deep heat with a desolate cry. pg109
The room, shadowed well with awnings, was dark and cool. Daisy and Jordan lay upon an enormous couch, like silver idols weighing down their own white dresses against the singing of the breeze of fans.
"We can't move," they said together. pg110
With a reluctant backward glance the well-disciplined child held to her nurse's hand and was pulled out the door, just as Tom came back, preceding four gin rickeys that clicked full of ice.
Gatsby took up his drink.
"They certainly look cool," he said, with visible tension.
We drank in long greedy swallows. pg112
The Great Gatsby