A New Realm of The Great Gatsby

The Great Gatsby, a love story made extraordinary by the sad yet perfectly characterised Jay Gatsby... Last night F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby overwhelmed me once again, this time in a totally new realm. I have seen the 1974 Great Gatsby film, directed by Jack Clayton starring Robert Redford, watched those electric party scenes over and over again with complete awe - wishing myself there, reliving the novel I became enchanted by the first time I picked it up. And I've read the novel countless times, falling more and more in love with Fitzgerald and the world he penned so perfectly. Nevertheless,  that doesn't take away from how special I found watching The Great Gatsby on the big screen last night. No matter how many times I have read The Great Gatsby or, in fact, any of Fitzgerald's novels, long or short, without fail I am guaranteed to be ignited by his acute characterisations, his ability to materialise the human condition...
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Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

My readers will know that I have an undying love for F Scott Fitzgerald, his literature and the era he penned to perfection. The flappers,  the Charleston, Art Deco design and 'the whole shebang'! It came to my attention recently that I have none of the Fitzgerald quotes that have been charming me for so long on Charms of a Dandizette...so I though I should share some. It was my attempt to reread my Fitzgerald collection before the release of The Great Gatsby film starring Leonardo Di Caprio and Carey Mulligan. However, since finishing Tender is the Night I have been drawn to another book, the same book that possibly every other woman at present has been drawn to - E. L James' Fifty Shades of Grey - there's plenty to say about that but I shan't digress. So, I began my Fitzgerald journey with Tender is the Night. Tender is the Night is yet another of Fitzgerald's devastating and gentle tales...
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F.Scott Fitzgerald – A Love Story

I watch the infamous party scene from The Great Gatsby with the exact same intensity I watch a Lanvin show. With that bottled up combustible excitement. Each and every time I am completely bowled over. The amount of fabulousness all in one place is overwhelming and deliciously tempting. Oh how I would still do anything to be at that party, amongst all that glitz and glamour. To wear those dresses and pile them up with the fanciest of accessories, drink those cocktails, smoke from those cigarette holders (even if I think smoking is ghastly) and dance the Charleston in the Roaring Twenties. I learned and fell in love with the roaring twenties; the flappers, the slickers, the slang, the excess and the scepticism that came along with it through reading the literature of the man who wrote it to perfection. I can’t imagine this glittering era without my mind instantly painting a picture that has been conjured up by language as...
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