In the euphoric months before and after the publication of "This Side of Paradise," F. Scott Fitzgerald, the flapper's historian and poet laureate of the Jazz Age, wrote the ten stories that appear in this unique collection. High school & older.
Edited and with an Introduction by Bryant Mangum Foreword by Roxana Robinson Benediction - Head and Shoulders - Bernice Bobs Her Hair - The Ice Palace - The Offshore Pirate - May Day - The Jelly Bean - The Diamond as Big as the Ritz - Winter Dreams - Absolution In the euphoric months before and after the publication of "This Side of Paradise," F. Scott Fitzgerald, the flapper's historian and poet laureate of the Jazz Age, wrote the ten stories that appear in this unique collection. Exploring characters and themes that would appear in his later works, such as "The Beautiful and Damned" and "The Great Gatsby," these early selections are among the very best of Fitzgerald's many short stories. This Modern Library Paperback Classic includes notes, an appendix of nonfiction essays by Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald and their contemporaries, and vintage magazine illustrations.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was born in St. Paul, Min
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was born in St. Paul, Min
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was born in St. Paul, Min
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) was born in St. Paul, Minnesota. Upon graduating from Princeton, he served in the Armnesota. Upon graduating from Princeton, he served in the Armnesota. Upon graduating from Princeton, he served in the Armnesota. Upon graduating from Princeton, he served in the Army and worked briefly in advertising. He married his wife, Zey and worked briefly in advertising. He married his wife, Zey a
Edited and with an Introduction by Bryant Mangum Foreword by Roxana Robinson Benediction - Head and Shoulders - Bernice Bobs Her Hair - The Ice Palace - The Offshore Pirate - May Day - The Jelly Bean - The Diamond as Big as the Ritz - Winter Dreams - Absolution In the euphoric months before and after the publication of "This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald, the flapper's historian and poet laureate of the Jazz Age, wrote the ten stories that appear in this unique collection. Exploring characters and themes that would appear in his later works, such as "The Beautiful and Damned and "The Great Gatsby, these early selections are among the very best of Fitzgerald's many short stories. This Modern Library Paperback Classic includes notes, an appendix of nonfiction essays by Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald and their contemporaries, and vintage magazine illustrations.
Chapter 1 Benediction The Baltimore Station was hot and crowded, so Lois was forced to stand by the telegraph desk for interminable, sticky seconds while a clerk with big front teeth counted and recounted a large lady''s day message, to determine whether it contained the innocuous forty-nine words or the fatal fifty-one. Lois, waiting, decided she wasn''t quite sure of the address, so she took the letter out of her bag and ran over it again. "Darling": it began--"I understand and I''m happier than life ever meant me to be. If I could give you the things you''ve always been in tune with--but I can''t, Lois; we can''t marry and we can''t lose each other and let all this glorious love end in nothing. "Until your letter came, dear, I''d been sitting here in the half dark thinking and thinking where I could go and ever forget you; abroad, perhaps, to drift through Italy or Spain and dream away the pain of having lost you where the crumbling ruins of older, mellower civilizations would mirror only the desolation of my heart--and then your letter came. "Sweetest, bravest girl, if you''ll wire me I''ll meet you in Wilmington--till then I''ll be here just waiting and hoping for every long dream of you to come true. "Howard." She had read the letter so many times that she knew it word by word, yet it still startled her. In it she found many faint reflections of the man who wrote it--the mingled sweetness and sadness in his dark eyes, the furtive, restless excitement she felt sometimes when he talked to her, his dreamy sensuousness that lulled her mind to sleep. Lois was nineteen and very romantic and curious and courageous. The large lady and the clerk having compromised on fifty words, Lois took a blank and wrote her telegram. And there were no overtones to the finality of her decision. It''s just destiny--she thought--it''s just the way things work out in this damn world. If cowardice is all that''s been holding me back there won''t be any more holding back. So we''ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry. The clerk scanned her telegram: "Arrived Baltimore today spend day with my brother meet me Wilmington three P.M. Wednesday Love "Lois." "Fifty-four cents," said the clerk admiringly. And never be sorry--thought Lois--and never be sorry---- II Trees filtering light onto dappled grass. Trees like tall, languid ladies with feather fans coquetting airily with the ugly roof of the monastery. Trees like butlers, bending courteously over placid walks and paths. Trees, trees over the hills on either side and scattering out in clumps and lines and woods all through eastern Maryland, delicate lace on the hems of many yellow fields, dark opaque backgrounds for flowered bushes or wild climbing gardens. Some of the trees were very gay and young, but the monastery trees were older than the monastery which, by true monastic standards, wasn''t very old at all. And, as a matter of fact, it wasn''t technically called a monastery, but only a seminary; nevertheless it shall be a monastery here despite its Victorian architecture or its Edward VII additions, or even its Woodrow Wilsonian, patented, last-a-century roofing. Out behind was the farm where half a dozen lay brothers were sweating lustily as they moved with deadly efficiency around the vegetable-gardens. To the left, behind a row of elms, was an informal baseball diamond where three novices were being batted out by a fourth, amid great chasings and puffings and blowings. And in front as a great mellow bell boomed the half-hour a swarm of black, human leaves were blown over the checker-board of paths under the courteous trees. Some of these black leaves were very old with cheeks furrowed like the first ripples of a splashed pool. Then there was a scattering of middle-aged leaves whose forms when viewed in profile in their revealing gowns were beginning to be faintly unsymmetrical. These carried thick volumes of Thomas Aquinas and Henry James and Cardinal Mercier and Immanuel Kant1 and many bulging note-books filled with lecture data. But most numerous were the young leaves; blond boys of nineteen with very stern, conscientious expressions; men in the late twenties with a keen self-assurance from having taught out in the world for five years--several hundreds of them, from city and town and country in Maryland and Pennsylvania and Virginia and West Virginia and Delaware. There were many Americans and some Irish and some tough Irish and a few French, and several Italians and Poles, and they walked informally arm in arm with each other in twos and threes or in long rows, almost universally distinguished by the straight mouth and the considerable chin--for this was the Society of Jesus, founded in Spain five hundred years before by a tough-minded soldier2 who trained men to hold a breach or a salon, preach a sermon or write a treaty, and do it and not argue . . . Lois got out of a bus into the sunshine down by the outer gate. She was nineteen with yellow hair and eyes that people were tactful enough not to call green. When men of talent saw her in a street-car they often furtively produced little stub-pencils and backs of envelopes and tried to sum up that profile or the thing that the eyebrows did to her eyes. Later they looked at their results and usually tore them up with wondering sighs. Though Lois was very jauntily attired in an expensively appropriate travelling affair, she did not linger to pat out the dust which covered her clothes, but started up the central walk with curious glances at either side. Her face was very eager and expectant, yet she hadn''t at all that glorified expression that girls wear when they arrive for a Senior Prom at Princeton or New Haven; still, as there were no senior proms here, perhaps it didn''t matter. She was wondering what he would look like, whether she''d possibly know him from his picture. In the picture, which hung over her mother''s bureau at home, he seemed very young and hollow-cheeked and rather pitiful, with only a well-developed mouth and an ill-fitting probationer''s gown to show that he had already made a momentous decision about his life. Of course he had been only nineteen then and now he was thirty-six--didn''t look like that at all; in recent snap-shots he was much broader and his hair had grown a little thin--but the impression of her brother she had always retained was that of the big picture. And so she had always been a little sorry for him. What a life for a man! Seventeen years of preparation and he wasn''t even a priest yet--wouldn''t be for another year. Lois had an idea that this was all going to be rather solemn if she let it be. But she was going to give her very best imitation of undiluted sunshine, the imitation she could give even when her head was splitting or when her mother had a nervous breakdown or when she was particularly romantic and curious and courageous. This brother of hers undoubtedly needed cheering up, and he was going to be cheered up, whether he liked it or not. As she drew near the great, homely front door she saw a man break suddenly away from a group and, pulling up the skirts of his gown, run toward her. He was smiling, she noticed, and he looked very big and--and reliable. She stopped and waited, knew that her heart was beating unusually fast. "Lois!" he cried, and in a second she was in his arms. She was suddenly trembling. "Lois!" he cried again, "why, this is wonderful! I can''t tell you, Lois, how much I''ve looked forward to this. Why, Lois, you''re beautiful!" Lois gasped. His voice, though restrained, was vibrant with energy and that odd sort of enveloping personality she had thought that she only of the family possessed. "I''m mighty glad, too--Kieth." She flushed, but not unhappily, at this first use of his name. "Lois--Lois--Lois," he repeated in wonder. "Child, we''ll go in here a minute, because I want you to meet the rector, and then we''ll walk around. I have a thousand things to talk to you about." His voice became graver. "How''s mother?" She looked at him for a moment and then said something that she had not intended to say at all, the very sort of thing she had resolved to avoid. "Oh, Kieth--she''s--she''s getting worse all the time, every way." He nodded slowly as if he understood. "Nervous, well--you can tell me about that later. Now----" She was in a small study with a large desk, saying something to a little, jovial, white-haired priest who retained her hand for some seconds. "So this is Lois!" He said it as if he had heard of her for years. He entreated her to sit down. Two other priests arrived enthusiastically and shook hands with her and addressed her as "Kieth''s little sister," which she found she didn''t mind a bit. How assured they seemed; she had expected a certain shyness, reserve at least. There were several jokes unintelligible to her, which seemed to delight every one, and the little Father Rector referred to the trio of them as "dim old monks," which she appreciated, because of course they weren''t monks at all. She had a lightning impression that they were especially fond of Kieth--the Father Rector had called him "Kieth" and one of the others had kept a hand on his shoulder all through the conversation. Then she was shaking hands again and promising to come back a little later for some ice-cream, and smiling and smiling and being rather absurdly happ
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