I don’t really know why, but today I was reminded of a line of prose… no, not just reminded. I was haunted by it. It may have been the lovely cool fall weather that we’re having and the fact that my first real Fitzgerald season of life was a fall not too many years previous. It could have been other ideas I had today that guided my thoughts to an old friend who loved Daisy, and particularly these words, so much. Whatever it was, I found the phrases rolling around in my brain all day… like a song I knew a long time ago and can’t quite remember. So I looked them up:
“‘Ah,’ she cried, ‘you look so cool.’
Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.
‘You always look so cool,’ she repeated.
She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.”
– Chapter 7, The Great Gatsby
Spending only a few brief moments flipping through such an old favorite is truly an impossibility. I used up an hour at least skimming and remembering, going back and forth, reading text as well as my annotations in the margins. I was probably 15 when I made them.
As I was putting the book down, the pages settled on one where I glanced another quote that always drew me to it as well. Daisy, again.
“I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
– Chapter 1, The Great Gatsby
Of course, beyond these few lines, there are a thousand reasons that Fitzgerald resonates with me… the poise of his language, his sharp, observant storytelling, the lovely characters in his works as memorable as real people and sometimes more so. I was one of those that was happy to read his novels for senior English class, as they were on my own reading list. I wrote two separate research papers on various aspects of his work. I was drawn to the “Lost Generation” Jazz Age era anyway. I loved discussing his poignancy in symbolism, the themes of youth and despair, acting out scenes we’d watched in the Redford/Farrow movie version. But one bit of our studies stands out as more significant in my memory than the rest. It was a letter… pieces of which were reprinted in our American literature books… a letter from F. Scott Fitzgerald to his daughter in boarding school. I have copied here what I transcribed from my textbook back in high school:
These lines of advice are listed in a letter dated August 8, 1933.
“…halfwit, I will conclude with things to worry about: worry about courage, worry about cleanliness, worry about efficiency, worry about horsemanship….
“things not to worry about: don’t worry about public opinion, don’t worry about dolls, don’t worry about the past, don’t worry about the future, don’t worry about growing up, don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you, don’t worry about triumph, don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault, don’t worry about mosquitoes, don’t worry about flies, don’t worry about insects in general, don’t worry about parents, don’t worry about boys, don’t worry about disappointments, don’t worry about pleasures, don’t worry about satisfactions….
“things to think about: what am I really aiming at? How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to: a) scholarship, b) do I really understand about people and am I trying to get along with them?, and c) am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?”
I just love that although this letter was written almost seventy years ago, all of its advice is still so relevant and appropriate for our lives. I love FSF’s mix of silly and important, and his categorization of things that matter and things that don’t. I need this posted in front of my desk, not buried in some ancient book of quotes and poetry. I need to heed its sage words as much as his own daughter, it seems.
Elsewhere, in my short internet researches of the man himself, I found a few unrelated but interesting bits I’d also like to include:
The above section (click to enlarge) can be found just a page or two beyond the first quote I mentioned…, also in Chapter 7. Below is Fitzgerald’s silver hip flask.
The inscription says,
“To 1st Lt. F. Scott Fitzgerald
And last, a photograph of Zelda and Scott’s grave in Rockville, Maryland, inscribed with the final sentence of The Great Gatsby: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
I, of course, highly recommend Fitzgerald’s novels as well as his abundant short stories, which for the most part are gathered conveniently into collections like Flappers and Philosophers, Tales of the Jazz Age and Babylon Revisited and Other Stories. Such fantastic classic works… do yourself a favor.