What do a college history professor and his quixotic student have to do with F. Scott Fitzgerald? Perhaps more aptly, what does Fitzgerald have to do with them? This humorous, romantic, arguably mystical story is testament to the power of great literature read during our most impressionable early years on the infinite subconscious. The spirit of that dear departed author cant resist getting into the act, as his power plays on into the adult lives of his once teenaged ardent readers. While a good story involving F. Scott Fitzgerald is always in fashion to those who know and love his works, this story holds promise to entertain the imaginations of both those familiar and unacquainted with that mesmerizing author. Its supernatural aspect is grounded in everyday reality. For readers who enjoy a little serious complexity along with their light-hearted serving of romanticism, FITZGERALD CALLED is embroidered with issues of social responsibility and spirituality. Varied forms of male-female work relationships and their complexities relative to sexual harassment in the late 1980s are illustrated. Absent any real romantic love through her early dating years, Kalliope Maiandros at last meets her match. It happens in the dimly lit hallway of the history department of her new graduate school one summer evening, shortly after her arrival to the campus. She falsely presumes the comely young man is also a student. He is both amused and perturbed by her displays of precocious naivety. Beyond their educational status difference are cultural and religious differences; she is Greek Orthodox, while he is Jewish and conservative with respect to dating and marriage. Neither could have anticipated their entanglement to come over the next five years and beyond, despite avoidance of a personal relationship once identities are established. It seems Fitzgerald even partners with Freud in his persistent pursuit to have his way with these two vulnerable prey.