Flappers and Philosophers oleh F. Scott Fitzgerald

Flappers and Philosophers was F. Scott Fitzgeralds initial encore - his first collection of short fiction, published in 1920 to capitalize on the success of This Side of Paradise, the novel that had made him famous at the age of twenty-three. Some of his best early stories are included here: The Offshore Pirate, Bernice Bobs Her Hair, The Ice Palace and Benediction. In these narratives Fitzgerald presented his prototypical Jazz-Age heroines, beautiful and wilful young women who later became trademarks of his fiction. *Flappers and Philosophers* marked F. Scott Fitzgeralds entry into the realm of the short story, in which he adroitly proved himself a master of the mechanism of short story technique *(Boston Transcript).* Several of his most beloved tales are represented in this collection of eight, with their particularly O. Henry­-like twists; the poignant Benediction and The Cut-Glass Bowl; and The Offshore Pirate, the octets opening and most romantic story. It is a collection of masterful short works from an American literary icon that led *The New York Times Book Review* to note that [no one] can fail to recognize Mr. Fitzgeralds talent and genius. Encompassing the very best of F. Scott Fitzgeralds short fiction, this collection spans his career, from the early stories of the glittering Jazz Age, through the lost hopes of the thirties, to the last, twilight decade of his life. It brings together his most famous stories, including The Diamond as Big as the Ritz, a fairy tale of unlimited wealth; the sad and hilarious stories of Hollywood hack Pat Hobby; and The Lost Decade, written in Fitzgeralds last years.The Offshore Pirate (excerpt)This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of childrens eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea—if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset. About half-way between the Florida shore and the golden collar a white steam-yacht, very young and graceful, was riding at anchor and under a blue-and-white awning aft a yellow-haired girl reclined in a wicker settee reading The Revolt of the Angels, by Anatole France.She was about nineteen, slender and supple, with a spoiled alluring mouth and quick gray eyes full of a radiant curiosity. Her feet, stockingless, and adorned rather than clad in blue-satin slippers which swung nonchalantly from her toes, were perched on the arm of a settee adjoining the one she occupied. And as she read she intermittently regaled herself by a faint application to her tongue of a half-lemon that she held in her hand. The other half, sucked dry, lay on the deck at her feet and rocked very gently to and fro at the almost imperceptible motion of the tide.The second half-lemon was well-nigh pulpless and the golden collar had grown astonishing in width, when suddenly the drowsy silence which enveloped the yacht was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps and an elderly man topped with orderly gray hair and clad in a white-flannel suit appeared at the head of the companionway. There he paused for a moment until his eyes became accustomed to the sun, and then seeing the girl under the awning he uttered a long even grunt of disapproval.If he had intended thereby to obtain a rise of any sort he was doomed to disappointment. The girl calmly turned over two pages, turned back one, raised the lemon mechanically to tasting distance, and then very faintly but quite unmistakably yawned...