Not much of the early life of Fitzgerald makes its way into his fiction however the writer kept a ledger where he detailed information about his childhood: the birth of his sister; crying on the first day of school; a birthday party to which no one showed.
I can’t seem to find a definitive reference so the details here might be apocryphal but it is too amusing and disturbing not to include:
When F. Scott Fitzgerald was 6 years old he had a birthday party to which nobody came. He waited on the porch all afternoon in his freshly pressed suit but nobody showed, so at last he went inside and ate his entire birthday cake, including several candles.
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