And I just put this on Facebook, but it’s going here too. So have a few interesting facts about F. Scott Fitzgerald:
1. He spent much of his childhood in Buffalo and Syracuse, NY, although he was born in St. Louis.
2. Although he attended Princeton (in the picture above, he’s dressed as a chorus girl for a play he was in there) and based his first novel, “This Side of Paradise,” on his experiences there, he actually dropped out before graduating to join the army. He was never deployed overseas, and saw this as a missed opportunity.
3. The dude was so egotistical he named his DAUGHTER after himself. Francis Scott “Scottie” Fitzgerald was the only child of Scott and Zelda.
5. The Great Gatsby was his most successful novel and a defining piece of American literature, but Scott was a fairly prolific writer; he penned short stories for various magazines and even tried his hand at working in Hollywood. Unfortunately, he sort of sucked at it. No, really- the guy behind one of America’s biggest masterpieces had his share of seriously fluffy nonsense.
6. He died young- at only age 44- of heart failure, when he was living in Hollywood and separated from Zelda, who had been struggling with depression for years. She survived him by eight years, but was killed when a fire started her mental hospital.
7. His final novel, The Last Tycoon, was published posthumously in an unfinished form. Edmund Wilson, a noted literary critic of the era, complied his notes and strung them together. Some have theorized that The Last Tycoon could have been a great novel; perhaps even some of Scott’s finest writing after Gatsby. Sadly, we’ll never know.
god though this is probably my single favorite picture of the Fitzgeralds because it’s just so perfect I mean look at Scott he is such a freaking GOOFBALL and Zelda is just back there like “honey please we have eras to define get in the car” and Scott is just “OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE I BROKE THE THING”
France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to utter - it was the graves at Shiloh and the tired, drawn, nervous faces of its great men, and the country boys dying in the Argonne for a phrase that was empty before their bodies withered. It was a willingness of the heart.