Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Need Time Machine ASAP

This December will go down in the history books as the month when I fell completely in love with F. Scott Fitzgerald, after hating him passionately for the first half of his wife's biography.

He has the snarky edge of P.G. Wodehouse, which I did not expect. And he's such a perfectly extravagant, crystal-clear voice of a generation (without the incredible whackness, (c) Charlie, that being the "voice of a generation" typically connotes), and he has done the unthinkable to my heart: for the first time ever, I don't care that a lot of his fiction draws heavily on his personal life. I just think it's fabulous! Drifting, wealthy, languid American-ness is fabulous! Alcoholism is fabulous! Nietzscheism is fabulous! Being young and in love--thinking hard about things and then feeling presumptuous that "with this feeble, broken instrument of his mind he had ever tried to think"--hating women, but attributing "fundamental sophistication" about the world to certain mercilessly beautiful debutantes--

It's totally irresistable.

Pacing up and down the living room he began an angry rehearsal of the speech he would make to her when she came in--

"So this is love!" he would begin--or no, it sounded too much like the popular phrase "So this is Paris!" He must be dignified, hurt, grieved.


  1. Shamefully, I must admit I haven't read any F. Scott Fitzgerald.

    What should I start with?

    P.S. Your use of fabulous in the post is rad (says the former English major).


    i'd start with "The Beautiful and the Damned," his second novel, which is based heavily on his tempestuous relationship with his beautiful wife Zelda! and then maybe "The Great Gatsby"?

    btw, "rad" needs to make a comeback!



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