Fitzgerald's savage, gorgeous portrait of a marriage rotting from within. Anthony Patch, Harvard-educated and heir to a fortune, weds the dazzling Gloria Gilbert, and together they drift through Jazz Age New York in a haze of champagne, recklessness, and mounting self-loathing. They wait for his grandfather's death to fund their dreams, but time moves cruelly: the money never comes fast enough, the drinking never stops, and the beautiful people grow old waiting for the life they deserve. Fitzgerald drew these characters from his own young marriage to Zelda, and the novel bleeds with the terror of watching someone you love become a stranger. This is not nostalgia for the Roaring Twenties. It is an autopsy performed on a generation that mistook pleasure for purpose and found themselves hollow at thirty.
