Flappers and Philosophers: The Collected Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald (Ediții de colecție F. Scott Fitzgerald)

De (autor)
Notă GoodReads:
en Limba Engleză Hardback – 04 Nov 2010
These sumptuous new hardback editions mark the 70th anniversary of Fitzgerald's death.

Encompassing the very best of F. Scott Fitzgerald's 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 Fitzgerald's last years.
Citește tot Restrânge
Toate formatele și edițiile
Toate formatele și edițiile Preț Express
Paperback (35) 5285 lei  22-36 zile +540 lei  11-19 zile
  Serenity Publishers, LLC – 20 Oct 2008 5285 lei  22-36 zile +540 lei  11-19 zile
  Alma Books COMMIS – 15 Feb 2014 5347 lei  19-30 zile +611 lei  5-11 zile
  CREATESPACE – 6105 lei  22-36 zile +442 lei  11-19 zile – 21 Sep 2018 6132 lei  22-36 zile +635 lei  11-19 zile
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 6578 lei  22-36 zile +480 lei  11-19 zile
  Serenity Publishers, LLC – 15 Jul 2011 7111 lei  22-36 zile +743 lei  11-19 zile
  CREATESPACE – 7149 lei  22-36 zile +523 lei  11-19 zile
  Penguin Books – July 2010 7461 lei  25-31 zile
  CREATESPACE – 7585 lei  22-36 zile +559 lei  11-19 zile
  Bibliotech Press – 07 Jan 2020 7887 lei  22-36 zile +829 lei  11-19 zile
  Vintage Books USA – September 2009 8035 lei  22-36 zile +593 lei  11-19 zile
  8291 lei  22-36 zile +613 lei  11-19 zile
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 8363 lei  22-36 zile +619 lei  11-19 zile
  CREATESPACE – 8411 lei  22-36 zile +622 lei  11-19 zile
  TingleBooks – 29 Jul 2020 8460 lei  22-36 zile +792 lei  11-19 zile
  Lulu.Com – 09 Sep 2017 8984 lei  22-36 zile +843 lei  11-19 zile
  9111 lei  22-36 zile +676 lei  11-19 zile
  CREATESPACE – 9209 lei  22-36 zile +683 lei  11-19 zile
  CREATESPACE – 9209 lei  22-36 zile +683 lei  11-19 zile
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 9244 lei  22-36 zile +687 lei  11-19 zile
  CREATESPACE – 9257 lei  22-36 zile +689 lei  11-19 zile
  Bottom of the Hill Publishing – September 2014 10137 lei  22-36 zile +956 lei  11-19 zile
  CREATESPACE – 10448 lei  22-36 zile +780 lei  11-19 zile
  Book Jungle – 28 Jan 2008 10698 lei  22-36 zile +1143 lei  11-19 zile
  Book Jungle – 02 Feb 2009 11009 lei  22-36 zile +1176 lei  11-19 zile
  CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform – 11286 lei  22-36 zile +846 lei  11-19 zile
  CREATESPACE – 12912 lei  22-36 zile +972 lei  11-19 zile
  Urban Romantics – 15 Apr 2013 14214 lei  22-36 zile +1074 lei  11-19 zile
  Cambridge University Press – 19 Apr 2012 15740 lei  26-38 zile +8420 lei  11-19 zile
  Lits – December 2010 5853 lei  40-51 zile
  Blurb – 09 Feb 2019 7824 lei  38-44 zile
  Echo Library – March 2011 8093 lei  40-51 zile
  LIGHTNING SOURCE INC – 28 May 2018 11340 lei  17-23 zile
  Lulu.Com – 08 Jul 2017 11714 lei  38-44 zile
  Negley Press – 16 May 2008 18150 lei  38-44 zile
Hardback (3) 6622 lei  19-30 zile +821 lei  5-11 zile
  Arcturus Publishing – 26 Oct 2020 6622 lei  19-30 zile +821 lei  5-11 zile
  Penguin Books – 04 Nov 2010 9045 lei  25-31 zile +3468 lei  5-11 zile
  Lulu.Com – 09 Sep 2017 19060 lei  22-36 zile +1835 lei  11-19 zile

Din seria Ediții de colecție F. Scott Fitzgerald

Preț: 9045 lei

Preț vechi: 10375 lei

Puncte Express: 136

Preț estimativ în valută:
1747 1839$ 1500£

Carte disponibilă

Livrare economică 29 decembrie 22 - 04 ianuarie 23
Livrare express 09-15 decembrie pentru 4467 lei

Preluare comenzi: 021 569.72.76


ISBN-13: 9780141194103
ISBN-10: 0141194103
Pagini: 672
Dimensiuni: 138 x 204 x 43 mm
Greutate: 0.79 kg
Editura: Penguin Books
Colecția Penguin Classics
Seria Ediții de colecție F. Scott Fitzgerald

Locul publicării: London, United Kingdom

Notă biografică

F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in 1896 in St Paul, Minnesota, and went to Princeton University which he left in 1917 to join the army. Fitzgerald was said to have epitomised the Jazz Age, an age inhabited by a generation he defined as 'grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken'. In 1920 he married Zelda Sayre. Their destructive relationship and her subsequent mental breakdowns became a major influence on his writing. Among his publications were five novels, This Side of Paradise, The Great Gatsby, The Beautiful and Damned, Tender is the Night and The Love of the Last Tycoon. Fitzgerald died suddenly in 1940.


“Fitzgerald is a master of the American short story.”
The Philadelphia Inquirer

“His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings.”
—Ernest Hemingway


The Offshore Pirate 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 children's 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. "Ardita!" said the gray-haired man sternly. Ardita uttered a small sound indicating nothing. "Ardita!" he repeated. "Ardita!" Ardita raised the lemon languidly, allowing three words to slip out before it reached her tongue. "Oh, shut up." "Ardita!" "What?" "Will you listen to me—or will I have to get a servant to hold you while I talk to you?" The lemon descended slowly and scornfully. "Put it in writing." "Will you have the decency to close that abominable book and discard that damn lemon for two minutes?" "Oh, can't you lemme alone for a second?" "Ardita, I have just received a telephone message from the shore—" "Telephone?" She showed for the first time a faint interest. "Yes, it was—" "Do you mean to say," she interrupted wonderingly, "'at they let you run a wire out here?" "Yes, and just now—" "Won't other boats bump into it?" "No. It's run along the bottom. Five min—" "Well, I'll be darned! Gosh! Science is golden or something—isn't it?" "Will you let me say what I started to?" "Shoot!" "Well, it seems—well, I am up here—" He paused and swallowed several times distractedly. "Oh, yes. Young woman, Colonel Moreland has called up again to ask me to be sure to bring you in to dinner. His son Toby has come all the way from New York to meet you and he's invited several other young people. For the last time, will you—" "No," said Ardita shortly, "I won't. I came along on this darn cruise with the one idea of going to Palm Beach, and you knew it, and I absolutely refuse to meet any darn old colonel or any darn young Toby or any darn old young people or to set foot in any other darn old town in this crazy state. So you either take me to Palm Beach or else shut up and go away." "Very well. This is the last straw. In your infatuation for this man—a man who is notorious for his excesses, a man your father would not have allowed to so much as mention your name—you have reflected the demi-monde rather than the circles in which you have presumably grown up. From now on—" "I know," interrupted Ardita ironically, "from now on you go your way and I go mine. I've heard that story before. You know I'd like nothing better." "From now on," he announced grandiloquently, "you are no niece of mine. I—" "O-o-o-oh!" The cry was wrung from Ardita with the agony of a lost soul. "Will you stop boring me! Will you go 'way! Will you jump overboard and drown! Do you want me to throw this book at you!" "If you dare do any—" Smack! The Revolt of the Angels sailed through the air, missed its target by the length of a short nose, and bumped cheerfully down the companionway. The gray-haired man made an instinctive step backward and then two cautious steps forward. Ardita jumped to her five feet four and stared at him defiantly, her gray eyes blazing. "Keep off!" "How dare you!" he cried. "Because I darn please!" "You've grown unbearable! Your disposition—" "You've made me that way! No child ever has a bad disposition unless it's her family's fault! Whatever I am, you did it." Muttering something under his breath her uncle turned and, walking forward, called in a loud voice for the launch. Then he returned to the awning, where Ardita had again seated herself and resumed her attention to the lemon. "I am going ashore," he said slowly. "I will be out again at nine o'clock to-night. When I return we will start back to New York, where I shall turn you over to your aunt for the rest of your natural, or rather unnatural, life." He paused and looked at her, and then all at once something in the utter childishness of her beauty seemed to puncture his anger like an inflated tire and render him helpless, uncertain, utterly fatuous. "Ardita," he said not unkindly, "I'm no fool. I've been round. I know men. And, child, confirmed libertines don't reform until they're tired—and then they're not themselves—they're husks of themselves." He looked at her as if expecting agreement, but receiving no sight or sound of it he continued. "Perhaps the man loves you—that's possible. He's loved many women and he'll love many more. Less than a month ago, one month, Ardita, he was involved in a notorious affair with that red-haired woman, Mimi Merril; promised to give her the diamond bracelet that the Czar of Russia gave his mother. You know—you read the papers." "Thrilling scandals by an anxious uncle," yawned Ardita. "Have it filmed. Wicked clubman making eyes at virtuous flapper. Virtuous flapper conclusively vamped by his lurid past. Plans to meet him at Palm Beach. Foiled by anxious uncle." "Will you tell me why the devil you want to marry him?" "I'm sure I couldn't say," said Ardita shortly. "Maybe because he's the only man I know, good or bad, who has an imagination and the courage of his convictions. Maybe it's to get away from the young fools that spend their vacuous hours pursuing me around the country. But as for the famous Russian bracelet, you can set your mind at rest on that score. He's going to give it to me at Palm Beach—if you'll show a little intelligence." "How about the—red-haired woman?" "He hasn't seen her for six months," she said angrily. "Don't you suppose I have enough pride to see to that? Don't you know by this time that I can do any darn thing with any darn man I want to?" She put her chin in the air like the statue of France Aroused, and then spoiled the pose somewhat by raising the lemon for action. "Is it the Russian bracelet that fascinates you?" "No, I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence. And I wish you'd go 'way," she said, her temper rising again. "You know I never change my mind. You've been boring me for three days until I'm about to go crazy. I won't go ashore! Won't! Do you hear? Won't!" "Very well," he said, "and you won't go to Palm Beach either. Of all the selfish, spoiled, uncontrolled, disagreeable, impossible girls I have—" Splush! The half-lemon caught him in the neck. Simultaneously came a hail from over the side. "The launch is ready, Mr. Farnam." Too full of words and rage to speak, Mr. Farnam cast one utterly condemning glance at his niece and, turning, ran swiftly down the ladder. 


Acknowledgements; Illustrations; Introduction; 1. Background; 2. Stories and title; 3. Additional writings; 4. Editorial principles; 5. Rationale for inclusiveness; Part I. Flappers and Philosophers: 'The Offshore Pirate'; 'The Ice Palace'; 'Head and Shoulders'; 'The Cut-Glass Bowl'; 'Bernice Bobs Her Hair'; 'Benediction'; 'Dalyrimple Goes Wrong'; 'The Four Fists'; Part II. Additional Stories, September 1919–April 1922: 'Babes in the Woods'; 'The Debutante'; 'Myra Meets His Family'; 'The Amilers'; 'The Popular Girl'; 'Two for a Cent'; Record of variants; Explanatory notes; Illustrations; Appendix 1. Genesis of 'Bernice Bobs Her Hair'; Appendix 2. Composition of 'The Ice Palace' July 1920; Appendix 3. Original ending for 'The Offshore Pirate'; Appendix 4. Composition, publication, and earnings.