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skypager21 's review for:
Babylon Revisited and Other Stories
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Dear loyal goodreads followers,
Two things brought me back to F. Scott. I watched the Great Gatsby (the one with Leonardo DiCaprio) and I read a short story of F. Scott's in a compilation called Babylon, Revisited. The Great Gatsby, while a mediocre movie, drew me in with the compelling character of Gatsby, still a puzzling contradiction after so many years. Babylon, Revisited, taking place in Paris, reminded me of Richard Ford in it's contrite narration of former vice and glory replaced by more sober responsibilities in the fallen splendor of Paris.
The 20s, mes amis, were another time. The United States was an aristocracy as we usually associate with western Europe. Fitzgerald mostly writes about wealthy young men at exclusive Eastern schools and clubs, but this is not his defining legacy. He writes with true lyricism, in the ornate sense of the word, but still with a true insight into our dreams and feverish hopes. The human nature that concerns him most are ambition and the desire to be noble and classic and true. These obviously are illusions with the most tragic consequences. Making money and making love, what are more human I ask of my fellow goodreaders.
Two things brought me back to F. Scott. I watched the Great Gatsby (the one with Leonardo DiCaprio) and I read a short story of F. Scott's in a compilation called Babylon, Revisited. The Great Gatsby, while a mediocre movie, drew me in with the compelling character of Gatsby, still a puzzling contradiction after so many years. Babylon, Revisited, taking place in Paris, reminded me of Richard Ford in it's contrite narration of former vice and glory replaced by more sober responsibilities in the fallen splendor of Paris.
The 20s, mes amis, were another time. The United States was an aristocracy as we usually associate with western Europe. Fitzgerald mostly writes about wealthy young men at exclusive Eastern schools and clubs, but this is not his defining legacy. He writes with true lyricism, in the ornate sense of the word, but still with a true insight into our dreams and feverish hopes. The human nature that concerns him most are ambition and the desire to be noble and classic and true. These obviously are illusions with the most tragic consequences. Making money and making love, what are more human I ask of my fellow goodreaders.