f. scott fitzgerald
: aquaplaning, 1922.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
: Aquaplaning, 1922.
F. Scott: Winter Dreams. Metropolitan Magazine, December 1922.
Reprinted in All
the Sad Young Men Scribner's Sons,New York,1926.
Alma Classics, London, 2013.
Introduction Although called a surfboard by Fitzgerald, Judy Jones
rides an aquaplane, connected by towrope to the motorboat:
the girl was standing
on the rushing board, her arms spread wide
It seems highly unlikely that they could converse (page 51)
while Judy Jones was riding the board and boat was travelling
The page numbers are from the 2013 reprint, the passages
describing "surfboard" riding, behind a motor boat, appear on
pages 68-69 in the original edition.
A short story,Winter
Dreams first appeared in Metropolitan Magazine
in December 1922, and was collected in All the Sad Young
Men in 1926.
It is considered one of Fitzgerald's finest stories and is
In the Fitzgerald canon, it is considered to be in the Gatsby-cluster,
as many of its themes were later expanded upon in his famous
novel The Great Gatsby in 1925.
In June 1925,
Fitgerald's editor, Max Perkins, wrote that Winter Dreams
was "A sort of first draft of the Gatsby idea."
Dreams https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Dreams Page 49 Later in the afternoon the
sun went down with a riotous swirl of gold and varying blues
and scarlets, and left the dry rustling night of western
summer. Dexter watched from the veranda of the golf cub,
watched the even overlap of the waters in the little wind,
silver molasses under the harvest moon.
Then the moon held a finger to her lips and the lake became
a clear pool, pale and quiet.
Dexter put on his bathing suit and swam out to the farthest
raft, where he stretched dripping on the wet canvas of the
There was a fish jumping and a star shining and the lights
around the lake were gleaming.
Over on a dark peninsula a piano was playing the songs of
last summer and of summers before that - songs from
'Chin-Chin' and The Count of Luxembourg and The
Chocolate Soldier* - and because the sound of a piano
over a stretch of water had always seemed beautiful
to Dexter he lay perfectly quiet and listened.
The tune the piano was playing at that moment had been
gay and new five years before when Dexter was a sophomore at
college. They had played it at a prom once when he could not
afford the luxury of proms, and he had stood outside the
gymnasium and listened.
The sound of the tune precipitated in him a sort of ecstasy
and it was with that ecstasy he viewed what happened now.
It was a mood of intense appreciation, a sense that, for
once, he was magnificently attuned to life and that
everything about him was radiating a brightness and a
glamour he might now again. A low pale oblong detached itself suddenly from the
darkness of the island, spitting forth the reverberate sound
of a racing motorboat.
Two white streamers of cleft water rolled themselves out
behind it and almost immediately the boat was beside him,
drowng out the hot tinkle of the piano in the drone of its
Dexter, raising himself on his arms, was aware of a figure
standing Page 50 at the wheel, of two dark eyes regarding him over the
lengthning space of water - then the boat had gone by and
was sweeping in an immense and purposeless circle of spray
round and round in the middle of the lake.
With equal eccentricity one of the circles flattened out and
headed back towards the raft. "Who's that?" she called, shutting off her motor.
She was so near now that Dexter could see her bathing suit,
which consisted apparently of pink rompers. The nose of the boat bumped the raft, and as the
latter tilted rakishly he was precipitated towards her.
With different degrees of interest they recognized each
other. "Aren't you one of those men we played through this
afternoon?" she demanded. He was. "Well, do you know how to drive a motorboat?
Because you do I wish you'd drive this one so I can ride on
the surfboard behind.
My name is Judy Jones" - she favoured him with an absurb
smirk - rather, what tried to be a smirk, for, twist her
mouth as she might, it was not grotesque, it was merely
beautiful - "and I live in a house over there on the island,
and in that house there is a man waiting for me.
When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock,
because he says I'm his ideal." There was a fish jumping and a star shining and the
around the lights lake were gleaming.
Dexter sat beside Judy Jones and she explained how her boat
Then she was in the water,swimming to the floating surfboard
with a sinuous crawl.
Watching her was without effort to the eye, watching a
branch waving or a seagull flying.
Her arms, burnt to butternut, moved sinuously among the dull
platinum ripples, elbow appearing first, casting the forearm
back with a cadence of falling water, then reaching out and
down, stabbing a path ahead. They moved out into the lake; turning, Dexter saw that
she was kneeling on the low rear of the now up-tilted
surfboard. "Go faster," she called, "fast as it'll go."
Obediently he jammed the lever forward and the white spray
mounted at the bow.
When he looked around again the girl was
up on the rushing board, her arms spread wide, her eyes
lifted towards the moon.
"Its awful cold," she shouted.
"What's your name?"
He told her.
"Well, why don't you come to
dinner tomorrow night?"
His heart turned over like the flywheel of the boat and,
for the second time, her casual whim gave a new direction
to his life.
Fitzgerald, F. Scott: All the Sad
Young Men Scribner's Sons,New
Alma Classics, London, 2013.