All right, so I finished The Beautiful and Damned last night. Wow, what an ending! If you haven’t read the book, I won’t ruin it for you, but suffice it to say I was stunned. The last two pages sort of redeem the entire book for me (if I had any major complaints to begin with). For the first time in his albeit-short literary career, F. Scott Fitzgerald has managed to pull the rug out from under the reader and take his breath away—a talent he would deftly master in his next book, The Great Gatsby.
Speaking of Gatsby, it is with undeniable pleasure and anticipated delight that I will take to it again next. This will complete my revue of Fitzgerald’s trifecta, and I must admit a certain satisfaction that I have accomplished what I pledged to do some two years ago.
Anyway, more happy reading.