Trimalchio: An Early Version of The Great Gatsby
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Reading F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Trimalchio, an early and complete version of The Great Gatsby, is like listening to a familiar musical composition played in a different key. It is the same work and yet a different work.
Fitzgerald wrote Trimalchio during the summer of 1924 and submitted it to Maxwell Perkins, his editor at Scribner’s, in October of that year. (He titled the book after the ostentatious party-giver in the Satyricon of Petronius.) Perkins had the novel set in type and sent the galleys to Fitzgerald in France. Fitzgerald then heavily revised the galley pages, shifting material around and changing the title. The result was The Great Gatsby, his signature work.
Trimalchio, however, is also a remarkable achievement. It differs considerably from The Great Gatsby: its plot and structure are not the same, two chapters of Trimalchio were completely rewritten for the published novel, characterization is different, Nick Carraway’s narrative voice is altered, and it contains several passages and sequences missing from Gatsby. Most importantly, in Trimalchio Jay Gatsby’s past is revealed in a wholly different way.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in Saint Paul, Minnesota, in 1896, attended Princeton University in 1913, and published his first novel, This Side of Paradise, in 1920. That same year he married Zelda Sayre, and he quickly became a central figure in the American expatriate circle in Paris that included Gertrude Stein and Ernest Hemingway. He died of a heart attack in 1940 at the age of forty-four.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Trimalchio would have been an important book in its own right, had it been the version of The Great Gatsby which was ultimately published. The storyline is not significantly altered in arriving at the final text, and almost all the great passages are present here that are present in Gatsby. What makes me appreciate the final masterpiece even more are the subtle and not-so-subtle changes Fitzgerald made. Individual word choices and minor rephrasings, such as substituting "game me some advice" for "told me something" in the novel's opening sentence. The specificity this and other amendments create deepens the novel's impact. Interestingly, it is also the omissions, the removal of details and explanations, that add to the mystic of the story. Whereas in Gatsby Daisy's intentions and resolve are only addressed in the scene at the Plaza, here she clearly states, in the early stages of the affair, what she plans to do now that Gatsby is back in her life.The introduction compares reading Trimalchio to listening to music you know well, but with significant changes in the key and mechanics of the music. This is an apt comparison. As I stated in my review of Nick, I love The Great Gatsby. Rereading it for me is like singing along to my favorite song. However, I have to disagree with another statement in the introduction to Trimalchio: it is not a "separate and distinct work of art." The differences between Trimalchio and Gatsby are insufficient to render this anything more than a near-final draft, despite the sub-title mischaracterizing it as an "early version." Read this novel simply to witness and appreciate the ways in which Fitzgerald converted a fine work into one of the greatest novels in literature.
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Contents
Introduction
A Note on the Text
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Historical Notes
About the Author
Introduction
Reading F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Trimalchio, an early and complete version of The Great Gatsby, is like listening to a familiar musical composition played in a different key and with an alternate bridge passage. A theme that one usually hears in the middle movement is now heard in the last. Leitmotifs still play through the work, but appear at unexpected moments. A few well-known passages are missing, but new combinations and sequences, recognizably from the hand of the composer, are present. To the knowledgeable listener it is like hearing the same work, and yet a different work.
Fitzgerald began composing Trimalchio in April 1924 at Great Neck, Long Island, where he had been living since October 1922. He continued to work on the novel that summer and early fall while living in Saint-Raphaël on the French Riviera with his wife, Zelda, and their daughter, Scottie. On October 27 he mailed a complete typescript of Trimalchio to Maxwell Perkins, his editor at Charles Scribner’s Sons in New York. Fitzgerald probably planned to polish the text in proofs, but on that day he must have believed that he was largely finished with the work.
He had not yet settled on a title. For the time being he was calling his novel Trimalchio, or Trimalchio in West Egg. This title was appropriate: Trimalchio is a character in the Satyricon of Petronius (ca. AD 27–66), a freed slave who has grown wealthy and who hosts an ostentatious party in a chapter of the Satyricon called Trimalchio’s Feast.
This chapter is one of the best-preserved accounts of domestic revelry to survive from the reign of the Roman emperor Nero. Fitzgerald borrowed a great deal from Petronius. Trimalchio’s Feast
is narrated by a character named Encolpius, who, like Nick Carraway, is a detached observer and recorder rather than a participant. Most of the guests at Trimalchio’s party are inebriated; their talk, in colloquial Latin, is about money and possessions. Trimalchio himself is bibulous and libidinous. His servants are dressed in elaborate costumes; his dining room contains a large water clock; most of his guests do not know his name, and many of them speak disparagingly of him when he leaves the room. The banquet becomes progressively more vinous and ends with a drunken Trimalchio feigning death atop a mound of pillows, with his hired trumpeters blaring a funeral march. Encolpius and his friends escape into the night without bidding farewell to their host.
The parallels between Trimalchio’s Feast
and Fitzgerald’s novel are obvious. The selection of Trimalchio as a title was an inspired improvisation by Fitzgerald, except for the fact that most American readers in 1925 (and today) need an explanation of its source. The proofs were typeset with the title Fitzgerald’s Trimalchio
at the head of each galley page, but Fitzgerald continued to ponder other titles and eventually decided to call his novel The Great Gatsby, the name we know it by today.
While Trimalchio was being set in type, Perkins wrote two letters to Fitzgerald, dated November 18 and November 20, in which he made suggestions for revision. Perkins praised the novel but asked Fitzgerald to add physical details about Jay Gatsby and to give readers some hints about the sources of his money. Fitzgerald, in the interim, had developed some ideas of his own for revision. When the galley proofs reached him in January, he undertook a complicated revision and restructuring of the novel: he completely rewrote Chapters VI and VII, added information about Jay Gatsby’s past, cut a great amount of material, added much new writing, and polished the prose extensively. The revised novel, proofread by Perkins and by the production staff at Scribner’s, was published in April 1925.
Trimalchio, preserved in a set of galley proofs that Fitzgerald kept among his papers, remained unknown and unread during his lifetime and for sixty years after his death. In 2000, the text of Trimalchio was resurrected from the galleys and published as a separate volume in the Cambridge Edition of Fitzgerald’s works. This scholarly edition was equipped with the kinds of apparatus and annotation that academics expect to see. The present digital edition of Trimalchio, without the scholarly trimmings, now makes the text available to a much broader and more eclectic audience.
Trimalchio is not the same novel as The Great Gatsby. They are similar: Chapters I and II of both are almost identical; both novels have nine chapters and are narrated by Nick Carraway; both explore the effects of money and social class on human behavior. The green light stands at the end of the Buchanans’ dock in both novels; Dan Cody and Meyer Wolfshiem are in both texts; Jay Gatsby gives his fabulous parties and uses the term old sport
in both narratives. Trimalchio and Gatsby both include the famous guest list, and there is money in Daisy’s voice in both novels.
There are crucial differences, however. Chapters VI and VII of Trimalchio, as noted, are almost entirely different from the corresponding chapters in Gatsby. Elsewhere, Trimalchio contains several lengthy passages that do not appear in Gatsby, including an account of a masquerade party held on a summer evening at Gatsby’s estate and attended by Nick, Jordan, Daisy, and Tom. Nick Carraway is not the same character in Trimalchio: he is not nearly so likable or self-deprecating, and he is not entirely trustworthy. Jordan Baker is more fully drawn. Nick’s love affair with her is traced in greater detail, and we see why they are attracted to each other. Nick and Jordan are more clearly complicit in Daisy’s affair with Gatsby and in the wreckage that follows. The reader is more aware in Trimalchio of Gatsby’s courting of celebrities, and of Daisy’s aversion to them. The confrontation between Tom and Gatsby in the Plaza is handled differently in Trimalchio (Gatsby is less convincingly defeated). The mechanics of moving the characters from Long Island to central Manhattan are managed in a less roundabout way.
Most importantly, the unfolding of Jay Gatsby’s character is timed and executed in a wholly different fashion in Trimalchio. He remains shadowy and indistinct for a longer time; he gives Nick a few hints about his background, but not many. His past is a mystery until after Daisy runs down Myrtle Wilson while driving his yellow car. Some hours later, distraught and exhausted, Gatsby reveals his past to Nick in a beautifully rendered early-morning conversation, a confessional scene with heavy Catholic overtones and with Nick serving as priest. In a novel as intricately patterned and skillfully written as this one, all of these differences matter.
The recent film version of The Great Gatsby, directed by Baz Luhrmann, was influenced by Trimalchio. Luhrmann and Leonardo DiCaprio, who plays Jay Gatsby, became intrigued by Trimalchio, which they read in the Cambridge text. They incorporated elements from the earlier novel into the movie—especially into DiCaprio’s rendering of the title character. He portrays Jay Gatsby as dark, mysterious, and violent—a blending of Jimmy Gatz from Trimalchio and Jay Gatsby from The Great Gatsby. All of the actors in Luhrmann’s movie read Trimalchio in preparation for their roles. Some of the lines in the movie, in fact, are from Trimalchio, not from Gatsby. Readers who have seen the movie will recognize the elements that have been taken from the earlier novel.
There is a tradition in Fitzgerald studies that The Great Gatsby became a masterpiece in revision. This judgment is correct. Fitzgerald improved the novel in galleys; The Great Gatsby is a better novel than Trimalchio. But Trimalchio is a remarkable achievement, and different enough from Gatsby to merit consideration on its own. Trimalchio is a direct and straightforward narration of the story of Jay Gatsby, Nick Carraway, Jordan Baker, Tom and Daisy Buchanan, and Myrtle and George Wilson. The handling of plot details is sure-handed; the writing is graceful and confident. Trimalchio will provide readers with new understanding of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s working methods, fresh insight into his characters, and renewed appreciation of his genius.
—J. L. W. W. III
A Note on the Text
This digital text of Trimalchio is taken from the Cambridge Edition of the Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald, a multivolume scholarly series published by Cambridge University Press with the cooperation of the F. Scott Fitzgerald Trust. The text was first published in 2000. It is based on a set of galley proofs, revised in Fitzgerald’s hand, that survive among his papers at the Princeton University Library. Trimalchio is represented on these galleys by the printed text, The Great Gatsby by the revised text.
The printed galleys are as close as the documentary evidence will allow us to come to the typescript that Fitzgerald mailed to Maxwell Perkins in October 1924. Punctuation and spelling in the Cambridge text have been adjusted to reflect Fitzgerald’s practices in the manuscript of the novel, also preserved at Princeton. The Scribner’s copy editors imposed a quasi-British house style on Trimalchio before it was typeset—a common practice during the 1920s. This house style, with spellings such as to-day,
centre,
and programme,
and with modified British punctuation, is alien to Fitzgerald’s customary usages in his handwritten drafts. Restorations of his pointing and orthography have been made from the manuscript. Obvious errors in the galleys (eyes
for ice,
oarden
for garden
) have been corrected.
The text of Trimalchio presented here is the text of the galleys, with one exception. In transcribing the paragraph in chapter I in which Nick first encounters Daisy and Jordan, floating in their white dresses in Daisy’s sunroom, Fitzgerald’s typist appears to have skipped a full line of text in the manuscript, the fourth line on leaf 12 of chapter I. The line reads on the threshold, dazzled by the alabaster light.
Because the omission created no obvious grammatical error, Fitzgerald would not have noticed it when he reviewed the typescript. The missing line has been restored to this digital edition of Trimalchio to reflect Fitzgerald’s intentions from the manuscript and to put an alternate version of the sentence into play.
For a full discussion of textual procedures, the reader should consult the Editorial Principles in the Cambridge Trimalchio (pp. xix–xxii); the Note on Eyeskip in Appendix 3 (pp. 191–92); and the textual apparatus (pp. 147–63), which gives a full record of emendation.
Digital images of the manuscript and galley proofs are available on the website of the Department of Rare Books and Special Collections, Princeton University Library. Both texts vary considerably from the text of the first edition.
Chapter I
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father told me something that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
When you feel like criticizing any one,
he said, just remember that everybody in this world hasn’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
He didn’t say any more but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence I’m inclined to reserve all judgements, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought—frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon—for the intimate revelations of young men or at least the terms in which they express them are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. It was only Gatsby who was exempted from my reaction. Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the creative temperament
—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and unjustified elations of men.
* * *
My family have been substantial, well-to-do people in this middle-western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan and we have a tradition that we’re descended from the Dukes of Buccleuch, but the actual founder of my line was my grandfather’s brother who came here in fifty-one, sent a substitute to the Civil War and started the wholesale hardware business that my father carries on today.
I never saw this great-uncle but I’m supposed to look like him—with special reference to the rather hard-boiled painting that hangs in Father’s office. I graduated from New Haven in 1915, just a quarter of a century after my father, and a little later I participated in that delayed Teutonic migration known as the Great War. I enjoyed the counter-raid so thoroughly that I came back restless. Instead of being the warm center of the world the middle-west now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe—so I decided to go east and learn the bond business. Everybody I knew was in the bond business so I supposed it could support one more single man. All my aunts and uncles talked it over as if they were choosing a prep-school for me and finally said Why—ye-es
with very grave, hesitant faces. Father agreed to finance me for a year and after various delays I came east, permanently, I thought, in the spring of twenty-two.
The practical thing was to find rooms in the city but it was a warm season and I had just left a country of wide lawns and friendly trees, so when a young man at the office suggested that we take a house together in a commuting town it sounded like a great idea. He found the house, a weatherbeaten cardboard bungalow at eighty a month, but at the last minute the firm ordered him to Washington and I went out to the country alone. I had a dog, at least I had him for a few days until he ran away, and an old Dodge and a Finnish woman who made my bed and cooked breakfast and muttered Finnish wisdom to herself over the electric stove.
It was lonely for a day or so until one morning some man, more recently arrived than me, stopped me on the road.
How do you get to the village?
he asked helplessly.
I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees—just like things grow in fast movies—I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over