I’ve been reading a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald called Tender is the Night. It’s my second time reading it and I’m so glad I picked it up again. I’ve been able to pay close attention to Fitzgerald’s writing style and enjoy the emotions conveyed through his language. I’ve also been able to pick up on small details that I missed the first time.
And is it strange to say that I fell in love with Fitzgerald? Not a character in the book, but the author himself. His style of writing is absolutely brilliant. My heart melted instantly upon reading one of the lines in the book, and I am sure there are more of those moments to come as I read on. It’s weird because I’m familiar with his other novels and have even written a research paper on his short stories, but haven’t really felt this way about his writing until now.
His words read and stick well, and there is a certain ambiance that he creates through his language. I can imagine how he would read the book aloud—his voice, differences in intonation at certain words, etc.
I think he caught me right at the beginning with these words:
Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse’s Hotel des Etrangers and Cannes, five miles away.
This opening gave me the effect of stumbling upon an old, dusty storybook hidden away somewhere in an attic. In other words, an extended version of the typical “Once upon a time,” except with quite vivid imagery and a conveyed mood.
I think I may have found my favorite author.