Fitzgeraldian

I'll be writing down some story ideas sometime soon, about a girl who commits suicide in a tunnel somewhere on the Chuo Rapid Line in Japan.

Her world will be very beautiful when she wakes up from the dead, with irresponsible people and ghosts on motorcycles and robots at bookstores and satellites in the night,

quite like a world should be--
only nobody has an anchor in this world at all.

(on a side note: My style, I've noticed, is an odd mix between mock-aristocratic Nabokovian prose and Salingerian speech, with perhaps a dash of Fitzgerald's detached-and-descriptive.

Of course, my talent arrives nowhere near any of these men as of now, but I'll get somewhere someday, I swear...)