F Scott Fitzgerald Research Paper

About the Life and Work of F. Scott Fitzgerald
Writers on Fitzgerald
He had one of the rarest qualities in all literature, and it's a great shame that the word for it has been thoroughly debased by the cosmetic racketeers, so that one is almost ashamed to use it to describe a real distinction. Nevertheless, the word is charm — charm as Keats would have used it. Who has it today? It's not a matter of pretty writing or clear style. It's a kind of subdued magic, controlled and exquisite, the sort of thing you get from good string quartettes.
Detective novelist Raymond Chandler on F. Scott Fitzgerald. Selected Letters of Raymond Chandler, Ed. Frank MacShane. New York: Columbia University Press, 1981, p. 239. Quoted in Matthew J. Bruccoli, Some
B.F. Wilson, "Notes on Personalities, IV — F. Scott Fitzgerald," the Smart Set, 73 (April 1924), pp. 29-33. Reprinted in Conversations with F. Scott Fitzgerald. Ed. Matthew J. Bruccoli and Judith S. Baughman.
Jackson: University Press of Mississippi, 2004.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, who left Princeton when he was twenty-one and wrote a book that made every critic in the country hail him as the interpreter of the youth of the Jazz Age- Who has written dozens of stories about flappers and gin parties and wild dizzy nights maddened by muted saxophones — Who, at the age of thirty, is certainly the youngest, and possibly the most brilliant, of the younger generation of American authors — Acquired the literary ability which provided him with a luxurious room overlooking the vivid green lawns of the Ambassador Hotel, in a very ordinary, but serious manner. He did it by reading books — the best books. Gilmore Millen, "Scott Fitzgerald Lays Success to Reading," Los Angeles Evening Herald, January 15,
Scott Fitzgerald moved into the third floor of his parents' home at 599 Summit Avenue in St. Paul. He was twenty-two years old. It was not a hopeful homecoming, for he had made a mess of things at Princeton, where his poor academic scores cost him social and scholastic success, at Camp Sheridan, Alabama, near Montgomery, where he was a hapless infantry lieutenant and the rejected suitor of a young belle named Zelda Sayre, and in New York, where he tried to sell some stories and verse to commercial publications and held down a job in advertising.… Whatever else happened that summer, F. Scott Fitzgerald rewrote his novel…in the process creating This Side of Paradise, a first novel which would establish him as the voice of a generation, provide him with the professional support of the legendary editor Maxwell Perkins and the literary agent Harold Ober for the next twenty years, and make the rest of his career, both its brilliance and its pathos, possible, if not inevitable. Most importantly to the twenty-two-year-old author, it would allow him to marry Zelda Sayre. 599 Summit Avenue is recognizably the same structure now that it was in 1919, a handsome row house of red stone. A plaque stands outside to let the curious know something of the eventual literary great who inhabited its third floor. One can pause on the sidewalk in front and look up at the belvedere where Fitzgerald crawled out to take the air and gaze down the broad avenue that summer during breaks