Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald - A New Collection (Edited by Matthew J. Bruccoli)

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Charles Scribner's Sons

1989

776 páginas

1d 1h 52m

ISBN-10: 0684191601

Bruccoli's collection of 43 Fitzgerald stories includes 23 not featured in Malcolm Cowley's landmark 1951 collection, expanding the canon of a peerless American writer who was deeply ambivalent about the role of short fiction in his art. Published in commercial magazines (e.g., the Saturday Evening Post), the stories brought their author as much as $4000 each--but also exacted a price, distracting Fitzgerald from work on his novels. Regardless, many of the stories are unequalled in achievement--inspirited with a delicate wit, a shrewd perception of character and a poetic sense of place--and lead us through Fitzgerald's rich creative chronology, from unforgettable evocations of the enchanting but ruthless social whirl of the young in the 1920s ("Bernice Bobs Her Hair") to the exhaustion of spirit chronicled 16 years later in "Afternoon of an Author." Among the 23 stories, nearly all of which have appeared previously in magazines, is one--"Last Kiss"--published for the first time in the author's final revision. Invaluable to Fitzgerald admirers, Bruccoli's collection should also capture a new generation of readers.

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4 (Muito bom)

fitzgerald é o caso típico de escritor superestimado, que passou à história sabe Deus por que razões. é um bom autor. longe de ser especial, mas o tempo lhe reservou um lugar entre os especiais e não posso discutir com o Tempo. Harold Bloom (um crítico igualmente superestimado que detesta Poe) o adora. a começar de seus temas, às voltas com pessoas fútei, ricas e entediadas, não seduzem. mas sim algua coisa atrai. talvez venha de alguns diálogos muito bons, precisos e sutis. BABYLON REVISITED gerou o filme A ultima vez que vi Paris. Lembra às vezes Hemmingway, o que pode ser bom ou pode não ser. Tipo
"And where's Mr. Campbell?" Charlie asked.

"Gone to Switzerland. Mr. Campbell's a pretty sick man, Mr. Wales."

"I'm sorry to hear that. And George Hardt?" Charlie inquired.

"Back in America, gone to work."

"And where is the Snow Bird?"

"He was in here last week. Anyway, his friend, Mr. Schaeffer, is in Paris."

Two familiar names from the long list of a year and a half ago. Charlie scribbled an address in his notebook and tore out the page.

"If you see Mr. Schaeffer, give him this," he said. "It's my brother-in-law's address. I haven't settled on a hotel yet."

Numa leitura para passar o tempo, cumpre esse papel.