The spectacular rise and tragic fall of the real-life 'Last Tycoon'
In 1937, F. Scott Fitzgerald dragged himself back to a place he hated "like poison" " Hollywood. He'd tried his luck in sunny California twice before, earning fat paychecks but accomplishing little. It was hackwork, he thought, and he wasn't good at it. But he had no choice. After the disappointing sales of his 1934...