The Love of the Last Tycoon

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The Love of the Last Tycoon, edited by the preeminent Fitzgerald scholar Matthew J. Bruccoli, is a restoration of the author's phrases, words, and images that were excised from the 1940 edition, giving new luster to an unfinished literary masterpiece. It is the story of the young Hollywood mogul Monroe Stahr, who was inspired by the life of boy-genius Irving Thalberg, and is an exposé of the studio system in its heyday. The Love of the Last Tycoon is now available for the first time in paperback.

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Scribner |
192 pages |
ISBN 9780020199854 |
April 1995

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“Renowned Fitzgerald scholar Bruccoli has reassembled the…existing episodes according to Fitzgerald’s intentions. A significant glimpse into the creative faculties of one of literature’s preeminent minds.... ”

– Library Journal

“Bruccoli’s introduction and account of the composition of the novel are sensitive and nuanced, the result of a lifetime of Fitzgerald study. The book has marvelous set pieces, vivid cinematic images, and sustained... ”

– David Freeman, The Los Angeles Times

“A new, fascinating perspective on Fitzgerald’s work, and the novel writing process in general.”

– David Wiegand, The San Francisco Chronicle

“No other Fitzgerald-related work [Bruccoli] has done is likely to be as important as his critical editions of the major works. The Love of the Last Tycoon carries the authority of a great writer working very close to the top of his... ”

– Scott Donaldson, Chicago Tribune Books

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CHAPTER I

Though I haven't ever been on the screen I was brought up in pictures. Rudolph Valentino came to my fifth birthday party -- or so I was told. I put this down only to indicate that even before the age of reason I was in a position to watch the wheels go round.

I was going to write my memoirs once, "The Producer's Daughter," but at eighteen you never quite get around to anything like that. It's just as well -- it would have been as flat as an old column of Lolly Parsons'. My father was in the picture business as another man might be in cotton or steel, and I took it tranquilly. At the worst I accepted Hollywood...