Cover of An F. Scott Fitzgerald Companion, 2000, with some other Fitzgerald titles in the back. (Photo by Mark C. Taylor) |
F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1896-1940. |
An F. Scott Fitzgerald
Companion, published by the Book-of-the-Month Club in 2000, is a slim
little volume. Just 90 pages long, it includes some of the key writings about
Fitzgerald. Excerpts are included from A
Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway’s posthumously published memoir about his
life in Paris in the 1920’s, The
Disenchanted, Budd Schulberg’s 1950 novel featuring a character based on
Fitzgerald, and Beloved Infidel, Sheliah
Graham’s 1958 memoir about her romance with Fitzgerald in the last years of his
life.
There are also two short pieces written by Frances Kroll
Ring, who was Fitzgerald’s secretary in Hollywood for the last eighteen months
of his life. Ring presents a sympathetic portrait of the great writer as he
toiled on screenplays while trying to finish his novel The Last Tycoon, which he was hoping would return him to literary
prominence. Ring sheds some light on Fitzgerald as a writer:
“He set very high standards for himself and fortunately he
had the originality and creativity to achieve them. But his concern with minor
corrections, once a story had gone out to a publication, indicates a certain
unsureness of acceptance. Sometimes, the revisions were hardly more than a word
or two on a given page which in no way affected the story, but seemed to
relieve some desperate, perfectionist standard of his own.” (p.54)
I would perhaps quibble with Ring’s phrase “a certain
unsureness of acceptance,” as I interpret Fitzgerald’s constant editing of his
work as an effort to make his work as good as it could possibly be. At the very
end of Arthur Mizener’s biography of
Fitzgerald, The Far Side of Paradise,
Mizener presents the reader with three different versions of the same scene
from The Last Tycoon, and we are able
to read it the way Fitzgerald wrote it initially, and then two revisions of it.
Each time, small details are changed that strengthen the mood of the short
scene. As Ring wrote, sometimes it’s only a word or two that has been changed,
but that can make all the difference.
I think it’s important to appreciate the work that went into
Fitzgerald’s writing. As I mentioned in my review of his novel This Side of Paradise, there are some
literary critics who assumed that Fitzgerald was a sort of stupid genius,
someone who just happened to write brilliant sentences in the first draft, and
then went off to an elegant cocktail party. If you take the time to read
anything about Fitzgerald’s work, you will find out that simply wasn’t the
case. He worked extremely hard at editing his writing, from the flimsiest short
stories to the complicated structure of The
Great Gatsby and Tender is the Night.
I would argue that part of the implication behind the idea
that Fitzgerald was this freakish natural talent is the assumption that he
wasted his talent, focusing too much on parties and the good life during the
1920’s, and then toiling on screenplays in Hollywood during the 1930’s. I’m not
going to say that Fitzgerald made the best use out of every single hour of
every single day of his all too short forty-four years on this planet, but if
he had truly wasted his talent, he wouldn’t have been able to produce four
novels, (with a fifth unfinished at his death) and more than 180 short stories,
plus other assorted works like the “Crack-Up” essays.
An F. Scott Fitzgerald
Companion also reprints some fascinating tidbits, like Fitzgerald’s 1940
obituary from The New York Times. The
Times obituary makes for interesting
reading, and it is very hard on Fitzgerald: “Roughly, his own career began and
ended with the Nineteen Twenties.” (p.79) It goes on to say “The promise of his
brilliant career was never fulfilled.” (p.80) Ouch. But that was certainly how
some people felt in 1940, before the Fitzgerald revival began in the second
half of that decade, and he rightly took his place as one of the greatest
American writers of the 20th century.
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