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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Fitzgerald, F. Scott
  • Author:  Fitzgerald, F. Scott
  • ISBN-10:  068480154X
  • ISBN-10:  068480154X
  • ISBN-13:  9780684801544
  • ISBN-13:  9780684801544
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Publisher:  Scribner
  • Pages:  320
  • Pages:  320
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1995
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1995
  • SKU:  068480154X-11-MING
  • SKU:  068480154X-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100014604
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A modern classic, this edition has been restored by Fitzgerald scholar James L.W. West III and features a personal foreword by Fitzgerald’s great-granddaughter Blake Hazard and a new introduction by bestselling Amor Towles.

Set in the south of France in the late 1920s,Tender Is the Nightis the tragic tale of a young actress, Rosemary Hoyt, and her complicated relationship with the alluring American couple Dick and Nicole Diver. A brilliant psychiatrist at the time of his marriage, Dick is both husband and doctor to Nicole, whose wealth pushed him into a glamorous lifestyle, and whose growing strength highlights Dick’s decline.

Lyrical, expansive, and hauntingly evocative,Tender Is the Nightwas one of the most talked-about books of the year when it was originally published in 1934, and is even more beloved by readers today.Tender is the Night

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On the pleasant shore of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. Deferential palms cool its flushed façade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people; a decade ago it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April. Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse’s Hôtel des Étrangers and Cannes, five miles away.

The hotel and its bright tan prayer rug of a beach were one. In the early morning the distant image of Cannes, the pink and cream of old fortifications, the purple Alp that bounded Italy, were cast across the water and lay quaveriló(

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