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Chapter One: The Offshore Pirate

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea -- if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset. About half-way between the Florida shore and the golden collar a white steam-yacht, very young and graceful, was riding at anchor and under a blue-and-white awning aft a yellow-haired girl reclined in a wicker settee reading The Revolt of the Angels, by Anatole France.

She was about nineteen, slender and supple, with a spoiled alluring mouth and quick gray eyes full of a radiant curiosity. Her feet, stockingless, and adorned rather than clad in blue-satin slippers which swung nonchalantly from her toes, were perched on the arm of a settee adjoining the one she occupied. And as she read she intermittently regaled herself by a faint application to her tongue of a half-lemon that she held in her hand. The other half, sucked dry, lay on the deck at her feet and rocked very gently to and fro at the almost imperceptible motion of the tide.

The second half-lemon was well-nigh pulpless and the golden collar had grown astonishing in width, when suddenly the drowsy silence which enveloped the yacht was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps and an elderly man topped with orderly gray hair and clad in a white-flannel suit appeared at the head of the companionway. There he paused for a moment until his eyes became accustomed to the sun, and then seeing the girl under the awning he uttered a long even grunt of disapproval.

If he had intended thereby to obtain a rise of any sort he was doomed to disappointment. The girl calmly turned over two pages, turned back one, raised the lemon mechanically to tasting distance, and then very faintly but quite unmistakably yawned.

"Ardita!" said the gray-haired man sternly.

Ardita uttered a small sound indicating nothing.

"Ardita!" he repeated. "Ardita!"

Ardita raised the lemon languidly, allowing three words to slip out before it reached her tongue.

"Oh, shut up."



"Will you listen to me -- or will I have to get a servant to hold you while I talk to you?"

The lemon descended slowly and scornfully.

"Put it in writing."

"Will you have the decency to close that abominable book and discard that damn lemon for two minutes?"

"Oh, can't you lemme alone for a second?"

"Ardita, I have just received a telephone message from the shore -- "

"Telephone?" She showed for the first time a faint interest.

"Yes, it was -- "

"Do you mean to say," she interrupted wonderingly, "'at they let you run a wire out here?"

"Yes, and just now -- "

"Won't other boats bump into it?"

"No. It's run along the bottom. Five min -- "

"Well, I'll be darned! Gosh! Science is golden or something -- isn't it?"r

"Will you let me say what I started to?"


"Well, it seems -- well, I am up here -- " He paused and swallowed several times distractedly. "Oh, yes. Young woman, Colonel Moreland has called up again to ask me to be sure to bring you in to dinner. His son Toby has come all the way from New York to meet you and he's invited several other young people. For the last time, will you -- "

"No," said Ardita shortly, "I won't. I came along on this darn cruise with the one idea of going to Palm Beach, and you knew it, and I absolutely refuse to meet any darn old colonel or any darn young Toby or any darn old young people or to set foot in any other darn old town in this crazy state. So you either take me to Palm Beach or else shut up and go away."

"Very well. This is the last straw. In your infatuation for this man -- a man who is notorious for his excesses, a man your father would not have allowed to so much as mention your name -- you have reflected the demi-monde rather than the circles in which you have presumably grown up. From now on -- "

"I know," interrupted Ardita ironically, "from now on you go your way and I go mine. I've heard that story before. You know I'd like nothing better."

"From now on," he announced grandiloquently, "you are no niece of mine. I -- "

"O-o-o-oh!" The cry was wrung from Ardita with the agony of a lost soul. "Will you stop boring me! Will you go 'way! Will you jump overboard and drown! Do you want me to throw this book at you!"

"If you dare do any -- "

Smack! The Revolt of the Angels sailed through the air, missed its target by the length of a short nose, and bumped cheerfully down the companionway.

The gray-haired man made an instinctive step backward and then two cautious steps forward. Ardita jumped to her five feet four and stared at him defiantly, her gray eyes blazing.

"Keep off!"

"How dare you!" he cried.

"Because I darn please!"

"You've grown unbearable! Your disposition -- "

"You've made me that way! No child ever has a bad disposition unless it's her family's fault! Whatever I am, you did it."

Muttering something under his breath her uncle turned and, walking forward, called in a loud voice for the launch. Then he returned to the awning, where Ardita had again seated herself and resumed her attention to the lemon.

"I am going ashore," he said slowly. "I will be out again at nine o'clock to-night. When I return we will start back to New York, where I shall turn you over to your aunt for the rest of your natural, or rather unnatural, life."

He paused and looked at her, and then all at once something in the utter childishness of her beauty seemed to puncture his anger like an inflated tire and render him helpless, uncertain, utterly fatuous.

"Ardita," he said not unkindly, "I'm no fool. I've been round. I know men. And, child, confirmed libertines don't reform until they're tired -- and then they're not themselves -- they're husks of themselves." He looked at her as if expecting agreement, but receiving no sight or sound of it he continued. "Perhaps the man loves you -- that's possible. He's loved many women and he'll love many more. Less than a month ago, one month, Ardita, he was involved in a notorious affair with that red-haired woman, Mimi Merril; promised to give her the diamond bracelet that the Czar of Russia gave his mother. You know -- you read the papers."

"Thrilling scandals by an anxious uncle," yawned Ardita. "Have it filmed. Wicked clubman making eyes at virtuous flapper. Virtuous flapper conclusively vamped by his lurid past. Plans to meet him at Palm Beach. Foiled by anxious uncle."

"Will you tell me why the devil you want to marry him?"

"I'm sure I couldn't say," said Ardita shortly. "Maybe because he's the only man I know, good or bad, who has an imagination and the courage of his convictions. Maybe it's to get away from the young fools that spend their vacuous hours pursuing me around the country. But as for the famous Russian bracelet, you can set your mind at rest on that score. He's going to give it to me at Palm Beach -- if you'll show a little intelligence."

"How about the -- red-haired woman?"

"He hasn't seen her for six months," she said angrily. "Don't you suppose I have enough pride to see to that? Don't you suppose I have enough pride to see to that? Don't you know by this time that I can do any darn thing with any darn man I want to?"

She put her chin in the air like the statue of France Aroused, and then spoiled the pose somewhat by raising the lemon for action.

"Is it the Russian bracelet that fascinates you?"

"No, I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence. And I wish you'd go 'way," she said, her temper rising again. "You know I never change my mind. You've been boring me for three days until I'm about to go crazy. I won't go ashore! Won't! Do you hear? Won't!"

"Very well," he said, "and you won't go to Palm Beach either. Of all the selfish, spoiled, uncontrolled, disagreeable, impossible girls I have -- "

Splush! The half-lemon caught him in the neck. Simultaneously came a hail from over the side.

"The launch is ready, Mr. Farnam."

Too full of words and rage to speak, Mr. Farnam cast one utterly condemning glance at his niece and, turning, ran swiftly down the ladder.

Copyright © Copyright 1920 by Charles Scribner's Sons; renewal copyright 1948 by Zelda Fitzgerald. Copyright 1920 by The Curtis Publishing Company; renewal copyright 1948. Copyright 1920 by Charles Scribner's Sons; renewal copyright 1948. Copyright 1920 by Charles Scribner's Sons; renewal copyright 1948 by Zelda Fitzgerald and Frances Scott Fitzgerald Lanahan. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Poche .

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The New York Times Book Review On the whole, Flappers and Philosophers represents the triumph of form over matter....There is no telling what good fortune awaits this volume of excellent short stories....The ingenuity which marks his works he may consider a necessity in American fiction of today....Mr. Fitzgerald is working out an idiom, and it is an idiom at once universal, American, and individual. --Ce texte fait référence à l'édition Poche .

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Contents: (More than I expected) 11 mai 2011
Par Stephen L. Powell - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié Achat vérifié
From the title you might expect this book to have the 8 short storied from the 1920 book titled Flappers and Philosophers. Well you'd be wrong. This has selections from that book and many more short stories. I've listed the contents below.

I. From Flappers and Philosophers (1920) and Tales of the Jazz Age (1922)
Bernice Bobs Her Hair
The Icy Palace
The Jelly-Bean
The Cut-Glass Bowl
May Day
The Lees of Happiness
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
The Diamond as Big as the Ritz

II. From All the Sad Young Men (1926) and Taps at Reveille (1935)
Winter Dreams
Gretchen's Forty Winks
'The Sensible Thing'
The Baby Party
The Rich Boy
A Short Trip Home
Basil: The Freshest Boy
Josephine: A Woman with a Past
The Last of the Belles
The Rough Crossing
Two Wrongs
The Bridal Party
Babylon Revisited
Crazy Sunday

III. Uncollected Stories (1937-40)
Pat Hobby's Cristmas Wish
A Man on the Way
'Boil some Water - Lots of It'
Teamed with Genius
Pat Hobby and Orson Welles
Pat Hobby's Secret
Pat Hobby, Putative Father
The Homes of the Stars
Pat Hobby Does His Bit
Pat Hobby's Preview
No Harm Trying
On the Trail of Pat Hobby
Pat Hobby's College Days
A Patriotic Short
Fun in an Artist's Studio
Two Old-Timers
Mightier than the Sword
An Alcoholic Case
Three Hours between Planes
Financing Finnegan
The Lost Decade
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Form and Finesse 21 décembre 2002
Par L. Dann - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Relié
Fitzgerald's stories manage to unite his otherworldly grasp of the fluctuations in the human soul. He is a master at presenting its contrivances and vanities as things that happen to people. The tension in these tales rises with almost unconscious force. Red herrings of possible conclusions are whispered but almost in the style of a trickster. Someone always gets conned and someone unmasked- all within that now long-gone era that held a fullhouse of interesting details and premonitions of an ominous future. "Beatrice Bobs her Hair" always has something more to say about savage young ladies. It deserves its place, I think, in every highschool English curriculum. The spoiled rich girls inevitably fall madly in love- with the cads or the tricksters. It was interesting to read "Benediction" in this era of the priest scandals. How priests were seen by Fitzgerald, or perhaps how he conceived his alter ego- is apparent in his return to his natural self through the heroine's choice at the end. This writer always has a trick up his sleeve for the unpredictable conclusion.
I am surprised that there are not more raves over this collection, but perhaps that is the nature of the post modern era. I on the other hand -rave. Story, resolution, all those little formulas that separate the artist from the amateur in the impossible short story form. Fitzgerald, except for perhaps in Gatsby, never achieved such form and plotting in his novels. His youth too, can be sensed in the humorous and rather light-hearted manner by which he casts his characters and those obstacles that they encounter.
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Numerous typos that detract from meaning 2 août 2011
Par mosesboox - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
I understand that this Kindle book is free and that it was transcribed from physical books by a community of volunteers, but it really should be revised, for there are a great deal of data entry errors that detract from the meaning of the writing.
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Shameful amount of typos, even for a free book! 10 janvier 2012
Par Christina R. - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
I happen to love this book, and I love F. Scott Fitzgerald even more. So I was appalled at the number of typos in this Kindle book's copy. I understand that this Kindle book is free, but does that mean its final version doesn't deserve to be properly proofread?

I was already feeing funny about reading a book like this via Kindle. (My Kindle was a gift, by the way.) I vowed to only buy books that I already owned in hard or soft copy, just out of principle. I bought this book to read on the plane and couldn't even get through its first story without becoming a little bit angry and sad. I finally just gave up and will now delete this from my Kindle "library".

This convinces me that in being converted to a Kindle book, every "real" book is in danger of losing some of its dignity.
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short stories, worth your time 23 juin 2012
Par Mei - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Format Kindle Achat vérifié
This book was first published in 1920 and contains 8 short stories. The printed edition of this book is 177 pages long. All the stories are not only a pleasure to read, they also allow you a glimpse into the 1910's-1920's. There are a few errors and typos in this e-book version, but it doesn't get much worse than 'tall' where it should be 'tell', or 'had had' in stead of 'had'; so a bit distracting at times, but no major problem. I do recommend this book to anyone who likes to read (early-twentieth century) literature.
(In case you're wondering what a 'flapper' is, it is an informal word -used in the period around 1900-1930- to describe a fashionable young woman who was very modern (short dress, bobbed hair, drinking, smoking, treating sex in a casual way) and who flouted social and sexual norms.)

The short stories in this book are:

-The Offshore Pirate
-The Ice Palace
-Head and Shoulders
-The Cut-Glass Bowl
-Bernice Bobs Her Hair
-Dalyrimple Goes Wrong
-The Four Fists
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