The grave of the writer of the Jazz Age (in Rockville, Maryland) has never been without fresh flowers. There used to be whisky bottles too – tributes from his devoted admirers. Scott Fitzgerald did not only write about the Jazz Age. He (and his wife Zelda) lived it – all the flamboyance and excess. When Fitzgerald wrote The Great Gatsby, he was not “lost” yet. The young, “easy-going, occasionally sarcastic, and somewhat optimistic” Nick Carraway was the sober side of the writer, who reminded the self-made millionaire Jay Gatsby that he was not the same as Daisies and Toms.
