- ISBN-13: 9781593082451
- Publisher: Barnes & Noble
- Publication date: 1/15/2006
- Pages: 416
In 1921 F. Scott Fitzgerald was twenty-five and heralded as the most promising writer of his generation, owing to the success of his first novel This Side of Paradise. Recently married to the girl of his dreams, the former Zelda Sayre, Fitzgerald built upon his sudden prosperity with The Beautiful and the Damned, a cautionary tale of reckless ambition and squandered talent set amid the glitter of Jazz Age New York.
The novel chronicles the relationship of Anthony Patch, a Harvard-educated, aspiring writer, and his beautiful young wife, Gloria. While they wait for Anthony’s grandfather to die and pass his millions on to them, the young couple enjoys an endless string of parties, traveling, and extravagance. Beginning with the pop and fizz of life itself, The Beautiful and the Damned quickly evolves into a scathing chronicle of a dying marriage and a hedonistic society in which beauty is all too fleeting.
A fierce parable about the illusory quality of dreams, the intractable nature of reality, and the ruin wrought by time, The Beautiful and the Damned eerily anticipates the dissipation and decline that would come to the Fitzgeralds themselves before the decade had run its course.
I read The Great Gatsby in high school, for sophomore or junior year, I don't remember. I hated it. Partially because I was not (and still sort of am not) terribly fond of stories that don't end happily, and partially because it was required of me. Naturally, I chafed under my mandated reading. I love to read, but somehow being told to read something sucks a lot of the enjoyment out of it. The point is, I was not a fan of F. Scott Fitzgerald. However, my commitment to reading the entire BN Classics Collection is going to force me to read several Fitzgerald novels. The first of which was The Beautiful and Damned.
I'm older now, and I was reading it by choice. I noticed a lot more than I probably would have otherwise. Namely, the language. God, it was beautiful. You just don't find such a wordsmith any more. The English language has long fallen short of its capacity. I'll give you two quotes as examples:
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