F. Scott Fitzgerald’s work is like marmite. Either you love it or you hate it. And many of his couples are based around his own marriage to his wife, Zelda, and the characters often self-destruct in their own ways.
To be honest, I didn’t really like this book but I’m not sure why. His descriptions are flowery and his prose figurative. Maybe read this when you are not going to be easily distracted.
Its basically the story of Dick and Nicole Diver who are on holiday in Cannes when they meet teenage actress, Rosemary Hoyt. As the story unfolds, we are exposed to secrets and revelations that shows that all is not as it seems.
The description of the different scenery was probably what made the book good (e.g: the beach scenes) and I was initially introduced to this book when it was mentioned on Richard. E. Grant’s programme, Hotel Secrets.
Fitzgerald’s books are good for one thing, and that is encapsulating the Jazz Age which was one of passionate affairs, drugs, alcohol, jazz and discovery.
Apparently this book has a film adaptation swilling around in the works. There seem to be a lot of jazz Age rehash films around at the moment; perhaps a form of warped nostalgia for an age which is lost?
Still, I think that people will always like The Great Gatsby far more due to the film.