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Just as Jay Gatsby was haunted by Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fizgerald was haunted by his own great first love—a Chicago socialite named Ginevra. Alluring, capricious, and ultimately unavailable, she would become his first muse, the inspiration for such timeless characters as Gatsby's Daisy and Isabelle Borge in This Side of Paradise.

Caroline Preston's astute perceptions of her characters and the cultural landscapes they inhabit have earned her work ...

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Just as Jay Gatsby was haunted by Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fizgerald was haunted by his own great first love—a Chicago socialite named Ginevra. Alluring, capricious, and ultimately unavailable, she would become his first muse, the inspiration for such timeless characters as Gatsby's Daisy and Isabelle Borge in This Side of Paradise.

Caroline Preston's astute perceptions of her characters and the cultural landscapes they inhabit have earned her work comparisons to to that of Anne Tyler, Alison Lurie, and Diane Johnson. Now, in this richly imagined and ambitious novel, Preston deftly evokes the entire sweep of Ginevra's life—from her first meeting with Scott to the second act of her sometimes charmed, sometimes troubled life.
Ginevra was sixteen, a rich man’s daughter who had been told she was pretty far too often for her own good. Scott was nineteen, a poor boy full of ambition. They met at a country club dance in St. Paul, Minnesota, in January 1916. For almost a year they wrote each other letters—so long, breathless, and yearning that they often required more than one envelope.

But despite their intense epistolary romance, the relationship wouldn’t last. After throwing him over with what he deemed “supreme boredom and indifference,” she impulsively married a handsome aviator from the right society background.

Ruminating over what might have been had she picked the writer instead of the flier, she furtively reads the now famous Fitzgerald’s work. When she sees herself—much to her surprise—in his characters, it’s not just as the spoiled debutante he’d known; he’s also uncannily predicted the woman she’s become, cracks and all.

An affecting story of two people, one famous, one known only through her portrayals in enduring works of fiction, Gatsby’s Girl is a tremendously entertaining and moving novel about the powerful forces of first love, memory, and art.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Inspired by the ephemeral but intense historical romance between F. Scott Fitzgerald and his first love, Chicago debutante Ginevra King, Preston bases her sexy, self-centered title character both on Fitzgerald's crush and the female characters (Daisy Buchanan, etc.) for which she was his muse. Ginevra Perry is the spoiled 16-year-old expert flirt who catches Scott Fitzgerald's fancy in 1916 in this gracefully written if drifting novel. The first part of the book excerpts the earnest, epistolary romance between the Lake Forest, Ill., society girl and her less prosperous suitor while she's at boarding school in Connecticut and he's at Princeton. Fickle Ginevra ditches Scott for handsome but dull aviator Billy Granger, with whom she is doomed to a "dried-out husk" of a marriage, but privately continues to keep tabs on Scott while reading his novels for signs of herself in his female characters. This novel, which Ginevra narrates in a mannered, period voice, follows her into her late 30s and strives to echo the sense of loss and promise gone wrong found in Fitzgerald's books. Preston (Jackie by Josie) launches the story from a clever conceit, but the narrator's lack of self-reflection and the gentle arc of her cushioned if not always happy life make for a listless read. (May) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
In 1916, pretty 15-year-old Ginevra Perry is the spectacularly self-absorbed daughter of wealthy Lake Forest, IL, parents. After a series of scandalous romances that culminate in a shocking broken engagement to some hapless soul, she meets Princeton sophomore F. Scott Fitzgerald. They begin an intense, mostly epistolary romance that, for Ginevra, flames out by summer. Alas, Fitzgerald, already in the throes of messy public alcoholism, never quite recovers from this first all-consuming love. He embarks on a decades-long quest to immortalize Ginevra over and over again in such iconic Fitzgerald characters as Daisy Buchanan (The Great Gatsby), Isabelle Borge (This Side of Paradise), and Josephine Perry (The Basil and Josephine Stories). Using as her framework the little-known real life of Ginevra King, former archivist Preston employs immaculate research and a rich imagination to flesh out what might have happened. Even as her unshakable solipsism detonates the lives of those close to her, the fictional Ginevra tracks her progress through Fitzgerald's novels. A fascinating rendering of the tragedy that was Fitzgerald's life and of the young woman who was the catalyst for so much of his glorious body of work. Highly recommended.-Beth E. Andersen, Ann Arbor District Lib., MI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A wealthy man's daughter breaks young F. Scott Fitzgerald's heart and inspires the literature that defined a generation. In 1915, a late-night kiss during a bobsled ride fuels a semester's worth of torrid correspondence between Ginevra Perry, a boarder at the Westover School in Connecticut, and F. Scott Fitzgerald, a sophomore at Princeton. Once she is home in Lake Forest for the summer, however, Scott's letters lose her interest, and his late August visit to her parent's Italianate mansion is disastrous. Ginevra, whose favor has settled elsewhere, unceremoniously dumps Scott and marries Billy Granger, a dashing flyboy from her social set. After WWI, they move to Chicago and take their place in society. A few years later, Ginevra, unhappily pregnant with her second child and bored, reads an article about F. Scott Fitzgerald and his glamorous wife, Zelda. Ginevra scours Scott's fiction and finds herself in many of his cold, shallow debutantes: Isabelle Borge in This Side of Paradise, the Josephine Perry stories and, most famously, in Daisy Buchanan, the love of Jay Gatsby's life. Keeping abreast of Scott and Zelda becomes Ginevra's shadow life. She even travels to Paris in the hope of running into them, only to learn from Sylvia Beach that they have decamped to the south of France. Meanwhile, Ginevra's marriage unravels and her son's mental instability goes unnoticed. Eventually, a series of impulsive acts leads to a scandal and divorce. In 1936, Ginevra finds herself living in a one-bedroom apartment with a two-burner hotplate-once again mirroring Scott's work (he has just published The Crack-Up). Preston (Jackie by Josie, 1997 etc.) bases her character on Fitzgerald's real-life firstlove, Ginevra King, who was the prototype for many of the rich girls Fitzgerald's "poor boy" characters shouldn't marry. The story is engaging as far as it goes, but such rich material cries out for greater narrative risks.
From the Publisher
"Compelling and perfectly evoked....This is a wonderful book."—Audrey Niffenegger, author of The Time Traveler's Wife

"Gatsby's Girl is an extraordinary book, as elegaic and evocative as much of Fitzgerald's own work."—Kevin Baker, author of Dreamland, Paradise Alley and Strivers Row

"Fascinating...tantalizing...An entirely pleasurable tour-de-force."—Anita Shreve, author of The Pilot's Wife

"Though this is a work of fiction, it should be read by anyone interested in Fitzgerald's work."—Sarah E. White Bookpage

"A wonderfully elegiac novel that evokes the tenor and times of the 'Lost Generation' . . . marvelous."—Dorman T. Shindler The Denver Post

"Compelling . . . a sad, beautiful, erotically charged picture."—Dana Kletter The San Francisco Chronicle

"A fascinating rendering of the tragedy that was Fitzgerald's life...Highly recommended." Library Journal Starred

"Imaginative reconstruction . . . Thoroughly researched and persuasively written, this novel rings true."—Barbara Fisher Boston Globe

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780618872619
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 5/23/2007
  • Edition description: None
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 607,663
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.25 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Caroline Preston

CAROLINE PRESTON is a graduate of Dartmouth College and earned her master’s degree in American civilization at Brown University. She has worked as a manuscript librarian, both at the Houghton Library at Harvard and the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem, Massachusetts. She is the author of two previous novels, Jackie by Josie (a New York Times Notable Book of the Year) and Lucy Crocker 2.0. She is married to the writer Christopher Tilghman, and they live with their three sons in Charlottesville, Virginia.

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Gatsby's Girl

By Caroline Preston

Houghton Mifflin

Copyright © 2006 Caroline Preston
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0618537252


Scott Fitzgerald's daughter called long distance, out of the blue. Her voice
sounded apologetic, as if she was afraid I wouldn't remember who he was.
She explained that she had had no idea how to get in touch with me. She
decided to give the number in his old telephone book a try, even though Scott
had been dead for ten years. "I can't believe you're still in the same place,
Mrs. Granger."
That made me sit down, hard, on the hall bench. Scott had
bounced around from St. Paul to New York to Paris to Baltimore to
Hollywood, and here I was, still in the same house where he'd come for a
visit, back in 1916. "I'm not Mrs. Granger anymore," I said. "Now I'm Mrs.
John Pullman." At least that part had changed.
She told me her name had changed too, to Scottie Lanahan, and
she lived on a farm in Chevy Chase. Judging from all the racket in the
background, she had a couple of small children and a dog. "My father always
used to talk about you. He said you were the first girl he ever loved."
"I'm afraid I wasn't very nice to him," I said lightly, as if I hadn't
had years of regrets about the way I treated Scott.
"He said you threw him over without a second thought." She let
out a merry little laugh, as if she didn't take any of hfather's heartbreaks
too seriously." Anyway, that's why I'm calling. I'm sorting through Daddy's
papers to give to the library at Princeton, and I found something I know he
would want you to have."
"What?" I asked, thinking maybe it was one of my letters, even
though he was supposed have destroyed them all.
"Let's just say it's something unusual. You'll have to see for
yourself," she said in a teasing way. It reminded me of the game Scott used
on girls at parties. "I'm thinking of two words that describe you," he'd
say, "can you guess?" "I'm going to be in Chicago next week and I was
hoping I could give it to you in person. I've always wanted to meet you."
I tried to think of someplace cheerful and uncomplicated to meet,
in case Scottie was prone to cocktails and mournful moods like her
father. "How about the Walnut Room at Marshall Field's? You'll be my guest,
of course. The Welsh rarebit is famous."
"My favorite." There was a huge clatter in the background, like a
stack of pots and pans falling off a top shelf.
"Uh-oh," said a small voice.
"Better go," Scottie said. "See you next week. At the Walnut
Room. I want to hear all about you and Daddy. Your version."
I hung up the phone and studied the front hallway, trying to
remember what it had looked like that summer Scott visited. The house was
brand new then and still had all the fripperies my father had insisted Mr.
Shaw include. The iron balusters had been gold-leafed, the black-and-white
marble tiles were hard-waxed and buffed once a week by Mrs. Coates, the
privet by the front door was clipped into poodle balls. Daddy h salon portrait at auction to hang in the stairwell—three sons of
some unknown Austrian aristocrat, dressed in ostrich feathers and satin
pantaloons, with oddly enlarged heads.
My image of Scott when he'd stepped through the front door came
in disconnected fragments. His white linen suit was rumpled across the
back, and his collar had a ring of grime from the long train ride. His hair was
bright blond, like a Dutch boy's. The chin and nose were strong, but hadn't
firmed up into the famous profile yet. He dropped his battered suitcase on the
marble floor with a bang and surveyed the hallway as if it were a cathedral—
first staring up at the ceiling and then rotating slowly to take it all in. Then his
girlish mouth pulled back into a tight grin, as if he was trying not to laugh.
Even though Scott's family lived in a rented flat in St. Paul, he could see that
an Italianate villa smack-dab in the middle of the prairie was pretentious.
Later, after he'd had a couple of my father's gin and tonics, he announced
that Lake Forest consisted of nothing more than the palaces of meatpackers.
I could remember Scott's letters more clearly than his face, which
wasn't surprising. I saw Scott only a few times, but there had been dozens
and dozens of letters. Each sheet stamped with the Princeton seal, the
letters so thick that the envelopes bloated like a puffer fish and needed extra
stamps. For a while, I found one every day in my wooden mail cubby at
Westover. The letters seemed clever at first, filled with the flattery and
clippings of his latest in the Tiger Lit.—he was the only boy I'd ever met who
f himself a "writer." But then he came for a visit to Lake Forest, and
under Daddy's judgmental gaze, Scott and his avalanche of love letters
began to seem foolish, tiresome. And I'd met someone more dashing, at
least in my sixteen-year-old opinion—Billy Granger.
The subject of Scott's letters was bound to come up when I had
lunch with Scottie, and I'd have to admit the truth. That a week after Scott's
visit in August 1916, I'd gathered his letters into a heavy, wobbly stack,
carried them down the back stairs, and dumped them in the trash can
outside the kitchen door. I could still see the cream envelopes with the black-
and-orange crest landing on a mound of coffee grounds and eggshells. My
excuses would sound lame. He asked me to destroy his letters, said he was
afraid I'd use them as "incriminating evidence," which was such nonsense.
How could I have ever guessed that the Princeton boy who wrote silly songs
and poems would turn into a famous author?
Scottie had probably read the description of our meeting in This
Side of Paradise: She paused at the top of the staircase, like a diver on a
springboard or a leading lady on opening night—something like that. So
typical of Scott, to take a punch party at a shabby country club and fill it with
flickering lamplight and romantic interludes. To take a stuck-up pre-debutante
and turn her into a noble creature capable of deep feelings.
I wondered what memento of our romance Scottie had found in her
father's papers—a clipping about the party at the Town and Country Club in
the St. Paul paper, a ticket stub for Nobody Home, the sash from the
Hawaiian costume I'd worn the night I broke it off with him? I had my own
secret collection of mementos about Scott, hidden away on the back shelf of
a cedar closet behind a pile of unused evening bags. But I wouldn't share
those with anyone—not his daughter, and certainly not the Princeton library.
I would tell Scottie my version of F. Scott Fitzgerald, without the
The story began in the dormitory of Westover School, second
floor, last door on the left. I could see myself then, a girl strolling jauntily
down a long, dim hallway, her high heels clacking on the bare wood floor, a
pale blue moire jacket slung over one shoulder like a college boy. I was two
months shy of my sixteenth birthday and stood a pinch below five foot four. I
had been told I was pretty far too often for my own good, but my only unusual
features were a thick coil of dark hair and large, doe-brown eyes that could
turn wistful. Dramatic coloring was my claim to fame back in the days when
girls weren't allowed to wear rouge or lipstick.
I was still bristling from the injustice of my father's words as he
put me on the train. He'd said that Westover was my final chance to prove
my character and warned me not to dilly-dally at Grand Central or I'd miss
my connection to Middlebury.
I do have a good character, I fumed. I am good on the inside, and I
never say things I know aren't true. Sometimes I'm too emotional and don't
think things through, but why is that such a character flaw? But I had
dawdled for a few minutes, to have some cinnamon toast in a real English
teashop with organdy curtains and to window shop, and mis my
connection. I caught the next one, but I was three hours late.

Copyright 2006 by Caroline Preston. Reprinted with permission by
Houghton Mifflin Company.


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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2006

    Excellent. Highly Recommended.

    Caroline Preston has produced an engaging read a story well told. Imaginative and well researched, the novel is based on the real life of F. Scott Fitzgerald's first love, Ginevra King, a daughter of plutocratic Lake Forest, Illinois, who 'threw him over' and became the inspiration for a range of characters in his novels, most notably the vain Daisy Buchanan in The Great Gatsby. Through extraordinarily well developed characters, the author captures deftly the light-years contrast in gender roles and social sensibilities between Fitzgerald's era and today. The evocative attention to period detail envelops in shades of amber. And, as does Fitzgerald in Gatsby, Preston visits with success the themes of the decline of the American Dream, cynicism, moral corruption, materialism, upper class hollowness, but most importantly, the notion of the undeserved idealized perfection that Gatsby attributes to Daisy, inspired by Fitzgerald's reality-blind feelings for Ginevra King. Notable, however, is that the novel allows an imaginary opportunity for the reader to explore what happens in later life to a Daisy Buchanan. Is redemption in the cards? Perhaps not, but an age and experience induced softening of the hard edges produces a believable and satisfying evolution for this literary archetype. My advice: read it. It's a good one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2014

    There is no great honor in being gatsby's girl

    And the author already had a dsyfuntional life and wife and unhappy alcoholic life and wife without adding another to the large list of friends and spouses of the literary lost generation. only for the historical 1920s junkie skip the depression some did manage to make it through the 40s forever referring back to who ever they manged to meet or remember seeing in paris. one unhappy poor rich girl is like all the rest a bore

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2007


    This book was very engaging! I could not put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2006

    Could not put it down!

    I usually have trouble finishing almost every book that I start...just ask anyone in my book club! However, from the moment I picked up Gatsby's Girl I could not put it down. The characters are so engaging that you feel as if you are a part of their lives. Preston does a fantastic job of describing Chicago and Lake are easily taken back to the early & mid-1900s, yet at the same time you feel as if it could all be happening today.

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