“She was beautiful – but especially she was without mercy.”
Fitzgerald’s second novel is a typically decadent tale of a jazz age tycoon-to-be and his destructive marriage to a distant but beautiful wife… and the bottle.
It is a fable of art deco lines and loose morals, gorgeous gowns and haunted pasts.
At turns angular and alcoholic, sad, stylish and nihilistic.
At every point as exquisite in its execution as it is painful in it exposition.