Some Sort of Epic Grandeur: The Life of F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Published in 1981, “Some Sort of Epic Grandeur: The Life of F. Scott Fitzgerald” is Matthew Bruccoli’s seminal work. Bruccoli was a professor of English at the University of South Carolina and the preeminent authority on F. Scott Fitzgerald. During his four-decade career he wrote and edited dozens of books on Fitzgerald and other notable literary figures (such as Ernest Hemingway and John O’Hara). Bruccoli died in 2008 at the age of 76.

Widely regarded as the definitive biography of F. Scott Fitzgerald, this cradle-to-grave review is sweeping, thorough, penetrating and remarkably gripping. With a 589-page narrative and extensive appendices and notes, readers will walk away from this biography intimately familiar with nearly every aspect of the life of this tempestuous, brilliant, flawed and short-lived talent whose best-known works include The Great Gatsby and This Side of Paradise.

Bruccoli spent much of his life studying, editing and writing about Fitzgerald, and early in his career he became friends with Fitzgerald’s daughter. So it is unsurprising that Bruccoli’s biography exudes a decidedly sympathetic tone. Fitzgerald’s numerous flaws and failures, however, receive no shortage of attention. In fact, they are effectively the glue holding the book’s sixty-one chapters together.

The narrative is notable for its scholarly (rather than lyrical) edge, but while it lacks the colorful quality of the most animated biographies, it does a superb job placing the reader “in the moment.” Bruccoli’s frequent use of (often lengthy) portions of Fitzgerald’s letters to friends and family provides piercing insight into his state of mind. And after years of studying his subject it seems likely that Bruccoli understood Fitzgerald even better than Fitzgerald knew himself.

This biography contains just enough social, cultural and historical context to place its subject (and his often self-destructive tendencies) within the framework of his time. To the clear benefit of the reader it also devotes extraordinary attention to Fitzgerald’s wife and his other notable personal and professional relationships.

But the most interesting aspect of this book may be the way Bruccoli continually connects people and events in Fitzgerald’s past to characters and circumstances appearing in his literary works. The interconnection between the novelist’s life and his art – not always obvious at first glance – is fascinating.

Some readers may worry that an English degree is necessary to fully enjoy this biography. If that was true I might have found the narrative uncomfortably daunting. That proved not to be the case. The book’s themes prove universal and the elements of Fitzgerald’s life which receive the most focus are those which could lie at the heart of almost any captivating life-story.

But the narrative is fact-heavy – particularly with names of a broad assortment of people Fitzgerald encountered at one time or another. In addition, the narrative occasionally devolves into a mechanistic review of various short stories Fitzgerald wrote and attempted to publish during a particular period of time.

More often than not, however, “Some Sort of Epic Grandeur” feels like the uncommonly thoughtful and incisive book Robert Caro might have written had he taken on F. Scott Fitzgerald rather than Lyndon B. Johnson…or Robert Moses.

Overall, Matthew Bruccoli’s biography of F. Scott Fitzgerald is a wonderfully illuminating exploration of one of the 20th century’s best writers. Anyone with a fascination for Fitzgerald or his literature will find this book inherently compelling. But even general readers are likely to discover this biography provides a wonderful combination of depth and insight about a fabulously interesting individual.

Overall rating: 4½ stars

Sad to think that those who see Great Gatsby this year will think that it reflects his life style. Though far from mediocre, his life was a constant struggle; real success and appreciation came too late.
This book is a thorough account of the highs and lows.
A story that deserves to be read by those thriving on the Jay and Daisy hype!

Matthew Bruccoli's biography on one of the greatest novelists this world has ever known is a must read for anyone with an interest F. Scott Fitzgerald and his work. Bruccoli assembles a history and a text primarily from letters to and from the great author. (As a side-note, Fitzgerald's letters are an incredible joy to read and are collected in Bruccoli's book "A Life in Letters") The narrative that he weaves re-contexulizes Fitzgerald from gifted writer turned Hollywood hack, to a much sadder melancholy man, fully aware of his shortcoming and failures and always yearning to be a better writer.

Bruccoli's covers quite a bit of ground in the authors life but doesn't waste a sentence. As a biographer he seems to know what you want: information about Fitzgerald; and what you don't want — long, billowy text on the decay of Fitzgerald in his later years.

Fitzgerald's love for his wife Zelda, his friendship (and its downfall) with contemporary and rival Hemingway, and his trips to Hollywood are all given ample detail and attention. Bruccolli takes the myths of Fitzgerald and verifies facts from hyperbole. He manages to paint a complete picture of a great man without sentimentality.

A mass of events and details, alcoholism, and a dose of Hemingway.

i am a postgraduate who want to do more study on fitzgerald and i think this book will be helpful to me.

Startlingly complete. Read this biography and, for all their various charms, the others will begin to seem familiar to you—because I'm not sure Bruccoli left a single source or kind-of-source out of "Some Sort of Epic Grandeur." You could probably write a satisfying new biography of Fitzgerald without citing anything else.

Tone-wise, Bruccoli's an unabashed defender of Fitzgerald's work and life—he's not a booster, but he's determined that the art Fitzgerald left us is more important—on a basic level, deserving of more page space—than the more sordid details of his life.

Matthew J. Bruccoli was the leading scholar on the life and work of F. Scott Fitzgerald. During his long career, Bruccoli wrote or edited over 30 books related to Fitzgerald. Bruccoli’s biography of Fitzgerald, Some Sort of Epic Grandeur: The Lift of F. Scott Fitzgerald was originally published in 1981. Bruccoli updated the book in 1991 and again in 2002. Some Sort of Epic Grandeur is the definitive biography of F. Scott Fitzgerald, in part because of Bruccoli’s masterful command of the facts of Fitzgerald’s life.

Bruccoli traces Fitzgerald’s life from his birth in Saint Paul, Minnesota in 1896, to his death in Hollywood in 1940. He keeps track of Fitzgerald’s peripatetic lifestyle, and one of the most useful tools is the chronology in the beginning of the book that traces Scott and Zelda’s movements from one place to another.

Some Sort of Epic Grandeur is a sympathetic biography of Fitzgerald, but that doesn’t mean that Bruccoli makes excuses for Scott’s behavior. By all accounts, Fitzgerald was a charming man when sober. When he drank, however, his personality totally changed and he was often aggressive and belligerent. Bruccoli doesn’t revel in stories about Scott’s alcoholic dissipation, but he doesn’t downplay it either.

Bruccoli has a deep appreciation for Fitzgerald’s writing, and he’s a good judge of the highs and lows of Fitzgerald’s work. Bruccoli is no fanboy apologist telling you that this obscure short story from 1936 is actually the best thing Scott ever wrote. In fact, Bruccoli is quite critical of Fitzgerald’s short fiction of the mid-1930’s, as Fitzgerald had seemingly lost his creative spark.

Although today Fitzgerald is best-known for his novels The Great Gatsby and Tender Is the Night, during his lifetime his short stories made him a lot more money. For example, in 1929, Fitzgerald earned $27,000 for eight short stories that he sold to The Saturday Evening Post but he earned just $31.71 in book royalties! Fitzgerald hoped that the money he earned from short stories would buy him time to work on his novels. However, it didn’t always work out that way. As Bruccoli writes, “He was a methodical planner all his professional life, preparing schedules and charts for his work; that he rarely kept to these plans did not discourage him from making them.” (p.143)

One of the enduring myths about Fitzgerald was that he was a “natural writer,” someone who had an abundance of God-given talent, but not the intelligence to make the most out of that talent. Bruccoli soundly punctures that myth, in part by showing what a dedicated editor Fitzgerald was. Fitzgerald made significant changes to The Great Gatsby when it was in galley form, and he persevered through seventeen drafts of Tender Is the Night. (Bruccoli’s very first book about Fitzgerald was The Composition of Tender Is the Night.)

Bruccoli also shows us how Fitzgerald’s own friends and contemporaries denigrated his intelligence. Edmund Wilson, who met Fitzgerald at Princeton, “never broke the habit of patronizing Fitzgerald. Although his affection was genuine, Wilson was unable to believe Fitzgerald was a major writer—in fact, a greater figure than himself.” (p.169)

The Great Gatsby failed to meet Scott’s hopes for a blockbuster best-seller. It sold about 20,000 copies, less than 10% of what it now sells in a year in the United States, and Fitzgerald made more money from selling the movie rights to the novel than he did on royalties. Scott and Zelda’s life, never a model of stability, now took a darker turn. Scott began introducing himself as an alcoholic to people he was meeting for the first time. (p.251) When Zelda felt that Scott was flirting too much with the ballerina Isadora Duncan she threw herself down a flight of stone steps. (p.252) Bruccoli writes of the Fitzgeralds: “Having gone to France to escape the distractions of New York, they now returned to America to escape the dissipations of France.” (p.254) This reminded me of what Scott prophetically wrote in a 1926 letter: “Wherever you go, you take yourselves and your faults with you. In the mountains or in the city, you make the same things happen.” (Fool for Love, by Scott Donaldson, p.172)

Bruccoli writes of Fitzgerald in 1933-4, as he was struggling to finish Tender Is the Night:

“Heretofore, despite his self-indulgences, he had believed in his destiny and in his ability to preserve the best part of his genius. Now, struggling with his novel and grinding out unfelt stories, he came to feel that he was starting out all over again without the confident illusions that had sustained him in 1920.” (p.355)

After Zelda’s third mental breakdown in 1934, Scott knew that it was extremely unlikely they would ever live together again. I think that contributed to Scott’s depression during these years and was part of the reason why Fitzgerald’s mid-1930’s short stories are so uneven. Fitzgerald was clearly floundering, searching for material anywhere he could possibly get it. In the same year he published the beautiful and heartfelt novel Tender Is the Night, he was also writing a mediocre and hackneyed screen treatment for George Burns and Gracie Allen titled “Gracie at Sea.” (“Gracie at Sea” was eventually published in the 2017 collection I’d Die for You.)

Bruccoli continually unearths interesting tidbits about Fitzgerald. For example: just before Fitzgerald went to Hollywood in 1937 to work as a screenwriter for M-G-M, he briefly considered an offer to host a radio show that toured college campuses. (p.416) If Fitzgerald could have remained sober, it might have been a decent job for him, since he was funny, intelligent, and charming, but if had been drinking, it would have been a total train wreck.

Fitzgerald worked hard in Hollywood, but he found screenwriting challenging. During the last year of his life, he planned and began writing a novel about a movie producer. At the time of Fitzgerald’s death in December of 1940, he had accumulated more than 1,100 pages of drafts, along with 200 pages of background material. “None of the episodes was regarded as final,” showing again what a painstaking reviser Fitzgerald was. (p.472) The unfinished novel, published in 1941 as The Last Tycoon, was the very beginning of the Fitzgerald revival and reevaluation of his talent.

Fitzgerald was a true artist of remarkable grace and skill, and it seems fitting to let him have the final word. In an April, 1934 letter to H.L. Mencken, Fitzgerald wrote: “It is simply that having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.” (p.368)

my old boss, the brilliant grumpy scholar who wears suspenders.