Thirty-Eight Year Old – Dick Diver
At first he thought nothing. She was young and magnetic, but so was Topsy. He guessed that she had had lovers and had loved them in the last four years. Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged – the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation. The past drifted back and he wanted to hold her eloquent giving-of-herself in its precious shell, till he enclosed it, till it no longer existed outside him. He tried to collect all that might attract her – it was less than it had been four years ago. Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence; but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity. Moreover, Dick had been at an emotional peak at the time of the previous encounter; since then there had been a lesion of enthusiasm.
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The Great Gatsby may be Fitzgerald’s greatest novel, but Tender is the Night is arguably more affecting. And Dick Diver is surely one of the most heartbreakingly flawed characters in literature. Read it and weep.
Definitely more affecting, I think. The part where Dick is on the diving board is so sad it’s almost too hard to read.
This is great. Remember Martin Amis writing that books should have what books their writers were reading in brackets in the margins? (approx)
Maybe you should put the ages the writers were when they wrote these passages. Maybe I should get back to starting pointless internet arguments elsewhere…
Colm – completely agree re diving board scene. Absolutely devastating. For me though, this is the “killer blow”:
“Approaching noiselessly she saw him behind his cottage, sitting in a steamer chair by the cliff wall, and for a moment she regarded him silently. He was thinking, he was living a world completely his own and in the small motions of his face, the brow raised or lowered, the eyes narrowed or widened, the lips set and reset, the play of his hands, she saw him progress from phase to phase of his own story spinning out inside him, his own, not hers. Once he clenched his fists and leaned forward, once it brought into his face an expression of torment and despair – when this passed its stamp lingered in his eyes. For almost the first time in her life she was sorry for him…”
Brilliant writing.
Mark – Tender is the Night was written in 1932/33 which would’ve made Fitzgerald around the same age as Dick is here. A sobering thought, no?
And, yeah, I’ve heard something similar to that about books in margins but didn’t know – or had forgotten – it was Amis’ suggestion. Wasn’t it something like, biographies should list what their subjects were reading at the time? Or am I just confusing things? Either way, it’s a great idea.
It was biographies, which does indeed make more sense – for literary people. If it were Scorsese then you’d have to have all the movies he was watching. And you wouldn’t have enough margins…
Fitzgerald is wise and perceptive at whatever age. Did you mean there’s something in the Scott/Zelda relationship mirrored here? I don’t know their full sotry.
and finally…silly story to end the news.
A stage director at the Edinburgh Festival once said to me, gravely, “Yes, a sobering thought.” As he was slightly pissed it came out,”Yesh, a shobering thought.” Adorable.
That passage is great – although I reckon if you snuck up on me you would see a a similar thing almost daily.
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