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“He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started from New York in search of happiness. They had never expected to find it, perhaps, yet in itself that quest had been happier than anything he expected forevermore. Life, it seemed, must be a setting up of props around one - otherwise it was disaster. There was no rest, no quiet. He had been futile in longing to drift and dream, no one drifted except to maelstroms, no one dreamed, without his dreams becoming fantastic nightmares of indecision and regret.”

Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Work

The Echoes of the Jazz Age Collection: The Beautiful and Damned, Winter Dreams, The Great Gatsby, Babylon Revisited, The Diamond as Big as the Ritz and many more

This collection brings together a selection of seminal works from the Jazz Age, showcasing the literary achievements of authors like F. Scott Fitzgerald and F. Scott Fitzgerald. The collection includes The Beautiful and Damned, a novel that explores the decline of the upper class during the 1920s; Winter Dreams, a story of unfulfilled ambition and desire; The Great Gatsby, a narrative of the American Dream and its disillusionment; Babylon Revisited, a reflection on the complexities of post-war life; and The Diamond as Big as the Ritz, a satirical tale of wealth and excess. The collection also includes additional works that contribute to the rich tapestry of American literature from this era. more

Author

F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. Scott Fitzgerald

F. Scott Fitzgerald was an American author of novels and short stories, renowned for his works that encapsulate the Jazz Age and the Roaring Twenties. His most celebrated novel, 'The Great Gatsby,' is a critical and commercial success, reflecting the themes of the American Dream and the decline of the American upper class. more

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