– 70 – F is for Fitzgerald, F. Scott Fitzgerald

… this one took a while…

I really enjoyed it, loved it even for like 75% of the time, (non sequitur: it took me about 43 seconds to find the % key… sigh) for the other 25% of the time I could have thrown it out of the window.

On the Penguin’s website the summary is like this:

Anthony Patch and his wife Gloria are the essence of Jazz Age glamour. A brilliant and magnetic couple, they fling themselves at life with an energy that is thrilling. New York is a playground where they dance and drink for days on end. Their marriage is a passionate theatrical performance; they are young, rich, alive and lovely and they intend to inherit the earth. But as money becomes tight, their marriage becomes impossible. And with their inheritance still distant, Anthony and Gloria must face reality; they may be beautiful – but they are also damned.

But i’s so much more.  It’s intense and loud, and beautiful and ugly and poetic and cruel and you want to reach out into the books and grab the two character by the throat and give them a good shake and inject them with a super dose of reality.

Exhausting at times, which is probably why I could only read a little at a time.

And the END?  I did not expect that.  Although the more I think about it the more it’s like

I loved the way this edition look too.  Perfect for its content.

 

Next up ‘G’… and I’m afraid it’ll be a holiday book that I’ve had on my kindle for a while… not quite so highbrow… but hey… my reading my rules…