{"id":166644,"date":"2024-02-01T10:52:46","date_gmt":"2024-02-01T15:52:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=166644"},"modified":"2024-02-01T10:52:46","modified_gmt":"2024-02-01T15:52:46","slug":"too-enjoyable-to-be-literature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2024\/02\/01\/too-enjoyable-to-be-literature\/","title":{"rendered":"Too Enjoyable to Be Literature"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_166648\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-166648\" class=\"wp-image-166648 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/pxl-20240125-163838719-scaled-e1706200884895-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/pxl-20240125-163838719-scaled-e1706200884895-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/pxl-20240125-163838719-scaled-e1706200884895-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/pxl-20240125-163838719-scaled-e1706200884895-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/pxl-20240125-163838719-scaled-e1706200884895-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/pxl-20240125-163838719-scaled-e1706200884895-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-166648\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Photograph by Jane Breakell.<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I knew nothing about F. Scott Fitzgerald when I stumbled on <em>Tender Is the Night\u00a0<\/em>in 1962. I didn\u2019t know he\u2019d struggled with the book for almost nine years, and that during his lifetime it never settled into a finished version. I was a naive and ignorant twenty-year-old, studying English and French literature at the University of Melbourne, an unawakened literary snob who had hardly read anything twentieth-century American in her life, and was weighed down by the mighty eighteenth- and nineteenth-century British and European novels and poetry that we were to study for final examinations. I pulled the Fitzgerald off a shelf in the bookshop where I had a summer job. It was so delicious and joyful to read, I could canter through it with such bright and sudden pleasure, that it felt almost criminal. Secretly I knew it was way too enjoyable to be literature.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Two years later, practicing for final exams, we were given a page of prose to translate from English into French. I was a lazy student, barely keeping up, and I dreaded these exercises. I turned over the sheet of paper and was staggered to see that the passage was from <em>Tender Is the Night<\/em>.<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">On the shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stood a large, proud, rose-coloured hotel. Deferential palms cooled its flushed fa\u00e7ade, and before it stretched a short dazzling beach. Now it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people; in 1925 it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April; only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water-lilies among the massed pines between Gausse\u2019s H\u00f4tel des \u00c9trangers and Cannes, five miles away. The hotel and its bright tan prayer rug of a beach were one. In the early morning the distant image of Cannes, the pink and cream of old fortifications, the purple Alp that bounded Italy, were cast across the water and lay quavering in the ripples and rings sent up by sea-plants through the clear shallows.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Deferential palms cooled its flushed fa\u00e7ade? The bright tan prayer rug of the beach? I looked up at the lecturer, a scornful Frenchwoman in her forties. A sardonic smile crossed her face. I put down my pen and lowered my forehead to the desk. 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