Writing about F. Scott Fitzgerald or any of his works apart from the immortal The Great Gatsby is often a challenge. The writer is after all the very definition of the Jazz Age, and it is difficult to resist reading the man himself into what he wrote. His biographers have, with varying degrees of conviction, traced characteristics of the man back to his fictional characters. Then there is the mammoth that is The Great Gatsby , which overshadows everything he wrote before and after it. He is often referred to by his detractors as a writer who never quite brought his talent to full fruition, his life wrecked by marital strife, alcoholism, penury, and a deeply entrenched sense of self-doubt. How should the reader then approach his final, uncompleted work ( The Love of) The Last Tycoon ? Read it bearing in mind that the man who wrote it was not the same youthful Dionysus who vacationed in Paris and gave the world The Great Gatsby. It was written by a man having been to the dark side ...