This picture of Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald, his wife
Zelda, and their daughter Scottie was taken in Paris in 1925.
Immediately upon inspection of this picture, one thing is
evident. The look on Mrs. Fitzgerald’s
face does not match the countenance of Mr. Fitzgerald. He appears content and even pleased with his
little domestic creation. She looks
bothered and impatient.
Having dealt with individuals with mental illnesses, I can
understand why she may be less than enthusiastic about family portrait
day. Conversely, having been so in love
with someone who I could not please nor provide for, I can understand the
pleasure Mr. Fitzgerald is taking in this moment of fleeting domestic normalcy.
Thus far, I have enjoyed The Great Gatsby immensely. I am only about halfway through the book, but
so far, it is delightful. The imagery and
symbolism that Fitzgerald uses transports the reader to the setting via a
vernacular so extensive, intricate, and beautiful that it makes you wonder if
Fitzgerald wasn’t weaned on Tennyson and
Frost instead of nursery rhymes.
(…to be continued)
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