Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Figures
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Stories
- Explanatory Notes, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 1 Ngram Language Analysis, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 2 Magazine Publication Details, by Jennifer Nolan
- Appendix 3 Visual Contexts of Fitzgerald’s Magazine Market, Images introduced and compiled by Jennifer Nolan
- Works Cited
Dice, Brassknuckles & Guitar
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 18 November 2023
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Figures
- Acknowledgments
- Introduction
- Stories
- Explanatory Notes, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 1 Ngram Language Analysis, by Alexandra Mitchell
- Appendix 2 Magazine Publication Details, by Jennifer Nolan
- Appendix 3 Visual Contexts of Fitzgerald’s Magazine Market, Images introduced and compiled by Jennifer Nolan
- Works Cited
Summary
A Typical Fitzgerald Story
Parts of New Jersey, as you know, are under water, and other parts are under continual surveillance by the authorities. But here and there lie patches of garden country dotted with old-fashioned frame mansions, which have wide shady porches and a red swing on the lawn. And perhaps, on the widest and shadiest of the porches there is even a hammock left over from the hammock days, stirring gently in a mid-Victorian wind.
When tourists come to such last-century landmarks they stop their cars and gaze for a while and then mutter: “Well, thank God this age is joined on to something” or else they say: “Well, of course, that house is mostly halls and has a thousand rats and one bathroom, but there's an atmosphere about it——”
The tourist doesn't stay long. He drives on to his Elizabethan villa of pressed cardboard or his early Norman meat-market or his medieval Italian pigeon-coop—because this is the twentieth century and Victorian houses are as unfashionable as the works of Humphry Ward.
He can't see the hammock from the road—but sometimes there's a girl in the hammock. There was this afternoon. She was asleep in it and apparently unaware of the esthetic horrors which surrounded her, the stone statue of Diana, for instance, which grinned idiotically under the sunlight on the lawn.
There was something enormously yellow about the whole scene— there was this sunlight, for instance, that was yellow, and the hammock was of the particularly hideous yellow peculiar to hammocks, and the girl's yellow hair was spread out upon the hammock in a sort of invidious comparison.
She slept with her lips closed and her hands clasped behind her head, as it is proper for young girls to sleep. Her breast rose and fell slightly with no more emphasis than the sway of the hammock's fringe.
Her name, Amanthis, was as old-fashioned as the house she lived in. I regret to say that her mid-Victorian connections ceased abruptly at this point.
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- The Complete Magazine Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1921-1924 , pp. 178 - 199Publisher: Edinburgh University PressPrint publication year: 2023