F. Scott Fitzgerald: The Gold Standard of American Fiction

Born today was Scott Fitzgerald.

His "Great Gatsby" the critics all herald.

Its protagonist, whose first name's Jay,

Is a mystery in an enigma, as Churchill might say.

“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promise of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the 'creative temperament'--it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No--Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.” ["The Great Gatsby" Chapter 1]

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