I was in high school when I first fell for Gatsby, who turned 90 this past weekend — an "old sport" by any measure. He was 50 even then, but he appeared to me as Robert Redford in a pink Ralph Lauren suit and those "shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel" that set Daisy sobbing in Chapter 5. How could a freckle-faced, Catholic-raised virgin resist that kind of bad boy: rich and handsome, with the best party house in town, even if he never did mingle?
Gatsby seems the kind of guy who would always have been popular. But the truth is more complicated.
"The Great Gatsby" was published on April 10, 1925. Max Perkins, F. Scott Fitzgerald's editor, thought it a masterpiece. The then-29-year-old Fitzgerald wrote of the novel before it was published, "It represents about a year's work and I think it's about ten years better than anything I've done."
And it did receive some praise in its early days, for sure. The New York Times called it "a curious book, a mystical, glamorous story of today." But others weren't enamored. The New York World ran a review under the headline "F. Scott Fitzgerald's Latest Dud" (ouch!), and Perkins wrote at the time that so many people attacked him over the book that he felt "bruised."
Sales were lackluster too. The first printing of Fitzgerald's debut novel, "This Side of Paradise," had sold out in days, and Charles Scribner's Sons went back to press 11 more times in two years to sell almost 50,000 copies. Fitzgerald's follow-up, "The Beautiful and Damned," also sold well enough to put 50,000 copies into print.
But the 20,000-copy first run of "The Great Gatsby" was followed by a mere 3,000 second print run, and no third. "Gatsby" was never out of print in the years before Fitzgerald died — at age 44, 15 years after its publication — only because Scribner's still had unsold copies from those first two printings.
In fall 1940, Fitzgerald, writing to his wife, Zelda, of a new novel he was working on, lamented, "I don't suppose anyone will be much interested in what I have to say this time and it may be the last novel I'll ever write." The last Scribner's royalty check before he died that December was for $13.13.
Fitzgerald's friend, the literary and social critic Edmund Wilson — who said of Fitzgerald's death that he "felt robbed of some part of my own personality" — helped with the posthumous publication of Fitzgerald's unfinished "The Last Tycoon." He and Perkins, together with other Fitzgerald friends and fans, worked to keep critical attention on Fitzgerald's work. Without them, "Gatsby" might have disappeared altogether from the American literary canon.