Tender Is the Night - Francis Scott Fitzgerald

Does the fact that a book is majestically written mean that it’s one that I should enjoy reading? Not really. While the prose of Scott Fitzgerald flows, as always, beautifully, I spent most of the time wondering why I should give a toss about the Divers and about the sad realities of their lives.

Truth is, I really don’t care about the unhappiness of boring rich American people in the early 20^th century, in particular when this unhappiness manifests itself in Southern France (a place whose magic appeal I never really appreciated – probably because I grew up on the other side of the Alps) and in Switzerland (same as above, except that I can understand why Southern France might be exciting for a lot of people, Switzerland not so much…)