Party Like It's 1925 On Public Domain Day (Gatsby And Dalloway Are In)

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F. Scott Fitzgerald, Virginia Woolf, Ernest Hemingway, Franz Kafka and many more authors and artists have 1925 works entering the public domain on January 1. Above, a first edition of The Great Gatsby at the London International Antiquarian Book Fair in London in 2013.

What a year it was for Anglo-American literature and the arts!

1925 was the year of heralded novels by F. Scott Fitzgerald and Virginia Woolf, seminal works by Sinclair Lewis, Franz Kafka, Gertrude Stein, Agatha Christie, Theodore Dreiser, Edith Wharton, Aldous Huxley ... and a banner year for musicians, too. Bessie Smith, Ma Rainey, the Gershwins, Duke Ellington and Fats Waller, among hundreds of others, made important recordings. And 1925 marked the release of canonical movies from silent film comedians Buster Keaton and Harold Lloyd.

As of today, every single one of those works has entered the public domain. "That means that copyright has expired," explains Jennifer Jenkins, a law professor at Duke University who directs its Center for the Study of the Public Domain. "And all of the works are free for anyone to use, reuse, build upon for anyone — without paying a fee."

On January 1 every year, a new batch of published works is liberated from the constraints of copyright. (For a long time, copyright expired after 75 years, but in 1998, Congress extended the date of copyright expiration for works published between 1923 and 1977 to 95 years.) It's difficult to overstate the importance of having work in the public domain. For example, can you imagine the holidays without It's A Wonderful Life? That movie happened to be unprotected by copyright, so it was able to be shown — a lot — for free, contributing to its establishment as an American Christmas classic.

It also means books can be published more cheaply and made available for free online; that old "orphan" films can be preserved by archivists; that scholars can access and publish material more easily; that musicians can sample and experiment with the songs of an earlier generation and that classic characters can be given new life and new interpretations.

While the most successful creators often leave behind legal estates to manage the care (and finances) of their famous books, plays, operas and so forth, most aren't so lucky. "For the vast majority of authors from 1925, no one is benefiting from copyright protections," Jenkins tells NPR. Having their work enter the public domain is a way to keep it circulating in the culture for artists and historians to use for education and inspiration.

In an article about this year's Public Domain Day, Jenkins discusses everything from the changes in length of copyright to a fascinating story about the copyright of Hitler's Mein Kampf, which also enters the public domain this year. (A dizzyingly exhaustive list of works from 1925 now in the public domain can be found here.)

"What a bumper crop!" Jenkins exults. Besides the marquee names traditionally lionized by the literary estalishment, she is quick to point out, there's rich, unplumbed material especially useful to scholars of marginalized communities. And to be able to use and interpret these works — to put them in dialogue with contemporary thoughts and ideas — what a legacy of artistry and inspiration, says Jenkins, with which to begin 2021.

Below, you can peruse a selection of works entering the public domain today, hand-picked by Jenkins:

Books
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Mrs. Dalloway
by Virginia Woolf
In Our Time
by Ernest Hemingway
The Trial
(in German) by Franz Kafka
An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
Manhattan Transfer by John Dos Passos
The New Negro edited by Alain Locke (collecting works from writers including W.E.B. du Bois, Countee Cullen, Langston Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Claude McKay, Jean Toomer and Eric Walrond)
Arrowsmith by Sinclair Lewis
The Secret of Chimneys by Agatha Christie
Those Barren Leaves by Aldous Huxley
The Painted Veil by W. Somerset Maugham
On the Trail of Negro Folk-Songs by Dorothy Scarborough
The Writing of Fiction by Edith Wharton
A Daughter of the Samurai by Etsu Inagaki Sugimoto

Films
Harold Lloyd's The Freshman
The Merry Widow
Stella Dallas

Buster Keaton's Go West
His People
Lovers in Quarantine
Pretty Ladies
The Unholy Three


Music
"Always," by Irving Berlin
"Sweet Georgia Brown," by Ben Bernie, Maceo Pinkard and Kenneth Casey
Works by Gertrude "Ma" Rainey, the "Mother of the Blues," including "Army Camp Harmony Blues" (with Hooks Tilford) and "Shave 'Em Dry" (with William Jackson)
"Looking for a Boy," by George and Ira Gershwin (from the musical Tip-Toes)
"Manhattan," by Lorenz Hart and Richard Rodgers
"Ukulele Lady," by Gus Kahn and Richard Whiting
"Yes Sir, That's My Baby," by Gus Kahn and Walter Donaldson
Works by "Jelly Roll" Morton, including "Shreveport Stomp" and "Milenberg Joys" (with Paul Mares, Walter Melrose and Leon Roppolo)
Works by W.C. Handy, including "Friendless Blues" (with Mercedes Gilbert), "Bright Star of Hope" (with Lillian A. Thorsten) and "When the Black Man Has a Nation of His Own" (with J.M. Miller)
Works by Duke Ellington, including "Jig Walk" and "With You" (both with Joseph "Jo" Trent)
Works by "Fats" Waller, including "Anybody Here Want To Try My Cabbage" (with Andy Razaf), "Ball and Chain Blues" (with Andy Razaf), and "Campmeetin' Stomp"

... plus many, many more. You can find Jenkins' full list here, and the exhaustive list of works here.)

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Good to see works like The Great Gatsby and Sweet Georgia Brown in the public domain now
 
Isn't this the thing that Razorfist bitches about all the time? That putting works in the public domain allows talentless artists to make shitty stories using the properties? My response to that is "Just don't look at it, nigga. Close your eyes..haha...." So what if some hack makes a shitty Steampunk version of Wizard of Oz? People will make shitty versions of popular stories whether they have the rights to them or not (See: 90 percent of all fanfiction.) Also, most artists build from what others have made before them. Just think of all of the movies that were based on Shakespeare's works, or all of the dizzying array of music created using the "Amen Break." At some point, popular works of fiction enter the culture and become part of people's lives. Should past works never be referenced in future movies or TV series because the author's great-great-great-great-grandchildren still hold the right to profit from them? Should movies and TV series have parts of their soundtrack ripped out (and their artistic integrity disrupted) because they failed to license a song for more than a limited time?
 
Other things new to the public domain in the USA.

T. S. Eliot's poem, "The Hollow Men," source of the quote, "This is the way the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
G. K. Chesterton's "The Everlasting Man," A Catholic look at anthropology and world history, famous for being one of the books that led to C. S. Lewis' conversion.
Hilaire Belloc's "The French Revolution." Not often does one see a hardcore Catholic writing positively about the French Revolution, but here it is.
Lucy Montgomery (author of "Anne of Green Gables"), "Emily Climbs", second in the Emily of New Moon trilogy.
Hugh Lofting, "Doctor Dolittle's Zoo."
P. G. Wodehouse, "Carry on, Jeeves."

And, possibly, Winnie the Pooh. A version of the first chapter of the first book ("The Wrong Sort of Bees") was published in the London Evening News in December 1925, which means that (if I understand correctly), Pooh, Christopher Robin, and said version of said chapter should be in the public domain now (but not the rest of the book, or "The House at Pooh Corner," and thus not any of the other characters).
 
Other things new to the public domain in the USA.

And, possibly, Winnie the Pooh. A version of the first chapter of the first book ("The Wrong Sort of Bees") was published in the London Evening News in December 1925, which means that (if I understand correctly), Pooh, Christopher Robin, and said version of said chapter should be in the public domain now (but not the rest of the book, or "The House at Pooh Corner," and thus not any of the other characters).

Should we send a copy of the first chapter to Chinese president Xi the pooh? :story:
 
Any comic strip/book characters in the PD this year?
I often find these lists sad because quite often characters/works disappear after the author's death because of copyright.
By the time much of this stuff public domain, almost nobody gives a shit about the material anymore.
 
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I thought parody was covered under fair-use anyways?
It is but that doesn't always stop people from trying to fight the content.

Public domain ensures no chance of that, though obviously most of the authors of PD work are either dead or too old to care anyways.

Nick's attempt at taking down the Spongebob Anime parody was getting YouTube to flag it as wrongfully "intended for children" (violence) despite Narmak having marked "not for children." As you can see this attempt was a fart in the wind.
 
Finally I can publish my 200 page Jay/Nick erotic fanfiction you all have been waiting for. Here's a little exerpt (yes I wrote this myself):

Gatsby opened the door and greeted me with indiscernible hint of intimacy I couldn't quite decipher. "Ah, welcome Nick! It's good to see you again." As I was about to enter his mansion though, he, with a noticably disappointed tone, follows it up with "You... did not bring Daisy over?". Daisy was busy discussing "marital problems" with her husband, or so she said. I explained it to Jay, who audably sighed and stared into the rain behind me, as if he was waiting for her to still come for some reason. My eyes looked at the luxurious interior inside, then on Jay's handsome face, then his expensive suit, his manicured nails, and for a split I noticed a growing bulge inside his pants, althoug I quickly locked my eyes back to his, blushing.
"I think it is a good idea to go inside now" he blurted out of embarrasment.
Following his advice, I went through the vestibule and hanged my moist, wet coat onto the thick, hard arm of a clothing rack. It was a long drive from East Egg and I half sat, half laid down on a black leather couch to rest. The relaxing atmosphere of his home didn't make me feel any more energetic. Jay looked at me while I was resting, with the kind of eyes I have only seen by T.J. Eckleburg. "It really is a great mansion, isn't it?" he asked himself with a voice he usually only used when speaking with Daisy. "I.. I guess so." was the only thing I could reply with, thinking of the chandeliers and marble flooring, the silky curtains and golden doorhandles. Suddenly, he approached me, slowly. I was just beginning to notice his muscular arms as he put them on my shoulder, his behind making space on the comfortable sofa. Seconds after his face was right in front of mine. "It truly is a great mansion" he whispered into my ear with a wet voice.
His hands slid from my shoulder slowly to my chest, grabbing my button. "J-Jay! What are you trying to do?!" I yelped. My heart was rushing full of unknown emotions. I felt as if was with Jordan, but 100 times more intense. Besides my fear though, a certain other thing was growing in my pants too. Gatsby put on an unforgettable smile as his hands went deeper down my chest, down on my stomach and then-
"Oh my god. Jay, are you sure about this?" I asked, knowing fully well how sure he was of his next step. "Judging by your pumping chest, you seem to be too. Do you..." -he looked at the door, as if it wasn't locked and a servant could burst in any moment- "...do you want to be pumped by something else?". I stuttered incomprehensibly while my face turned as a red as one of Jay Gatsby's brand new cars. He took it as a yes, and unzipped my crotch. "Oh my. I can feel it already" he said, pleasantly surprised, as he grasped for it like a green light. Then he pulled down my thin underwear and revealed my admittedly rather small, but rock hard, already leaking trouser banana. He... chuckled? "Hehe... is that what you want to show Jordan in your bedroom? Get ready for this." he announced and zipped his own trousers, unleashing his enormous veiny, throbbing cock. My god, it was massive. If I had to guess, I estimate it was 12 inches of erect meat hanging between Jay's legs. "Now what? You don't wanna leave it hanging, do you?" Of course I didn't. I tightened my asshole as I knew what was coming.
He pulled down my pants some more to reveal the said hole. "Never seen a hole this tight" he murmured as he tested it with several of his fingers. I was already precumming, and while I couldn't see what was going on behind my back, I did hear him grab his wiener and I felt him put it on my butt. It was like one of those new-fangled "soda cans" that I'm certain will never be widely used. "Are you sure this will fit?" I vocally thought. "No" he said, as he pushed the tip of his cucumber into my ex-virgin butthole. It was so thick, I felt like I could cum already. Slowly, very slowly, he slid more and more of his grand member into me. Every inch was heaven to me, like all the sexual please I ever had was outdone just by his massive stick going into my tight ass. And finally- "Balls deep now. How does it feel, Nick?" he inquired. Even if I could answer, I wouldn't have been able to put into words what I was experiencing. "Pure bliss", perhaps.
But then he pulled back. And back into me again. Still at a slow pace, he thrusted his colossal phallus in and out of my hole. "P-please, Jay! Be gentle!!" I yelled, but I was not sure if he even heard my screams, maybe more distracted by my own body forming over his immense shlong. Picking up pace, he kept thrusting his meaty rocket into my tunnel as I started to uncontrollably moan. "Ah- Ah! Jay!~" I uttered like a young lady. Faster! Faster! On and on he shoved his shaft in me, his precum serving as the only lube we needed. He reached maximum speed now. Like a Rolls-Royce motor he did not stop circulating his manhood in and out of my hole as my screams got louder and my own little penis leaked harder. And then-
"AAAAAHHHHHHH~"! I let out a humongous roar as we both released buckets of semen, me on my stomach and he inside me. The amount of milk he shot out of his dick could have covered all of Manhattan, and there would still be enough to paint the Statue of Liberty white.
We stopped, as he pulled his now sticky penis out of my slightly loosened, creampied asshole. My stomach recieved my own layer of frosting and my head rested on the sofa. "Well Nick," Jay told me in a somewhat joking manner, "I guess-"

"I guess you have now achieved the American Cream."
 
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