Monday, August 11, 2014

When legends collide


Edith Wharton belonged to the old-money, upper-crust New York society to which F. Scott Fitzgerald aspired.

Wharton, like the much younger Fitzgerald, was an acclaimed novelist. She was also an arbiter of Victorian taste. Her first published work was an interior design book, The Decoration of Houses. In 1902, she designed and landscaped The Mount, her country home in Lenox, Mass. It was her first real home, she said.

Fitzgerald viewed Edith Wharton with awe and reverence. Scribner’s published both authors, and Fitzgerald claimed he once burst into her publisher’s office and knelt at her feet. His most famous novel, The Great Gatsby, was about a parvenu who died because of his love for a woman who belonged to the same elite class as Edith Wharton.

The Mount, Edith Wharton's Berkshires home
The Mount, Edith Wharton’s Berkshires home
Wharton’s marriage fell apart and she moved to France in 1920. It was there that she and Fitzgerald spent the disastrous afternoon of July 5, 1925 together.

Fitzgerald was 28 and had just published The Great Gatsby. He sent the 63-year-old Wharton a copy. In return, she invited him and his wife Zelda to tea at her home outside Paris. “To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers,” she wrote.

Zelda refused to go. She didn’t want to be made to feel provincial. So Fitzgerald invited Teddy Chanler, a mutual friend who would later become a music composer.

Fitzgerald got drunk on the way to Wharton’s house and found the tea party boring. He lunged around the elegantly furnished drawing room, than leaned against the mantel and told a risqué story. It was about an American couple who stayed in a Paris bordello, thinking it was a hotel.W

Edith Wharton was unimpressed with the story – it had no plot. She refilled his tea cup and said, “But Mr Fitzgerald, you haven’t told us what they did in the bordello.”


F. Scott Fitzgerald

Wharton recorded her impressions of the afternoon in her diary:

To tea, Teddy Chanler and Scott Fitzgerald, the novelist — awful.

Edith Wharton died on this day in 1937

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