Reading this book was like picking up an old habit. 20 years ago I spent a summer devouring Fitzgerald and 1920s-related Hemingway, which is how I first heard of the Murphys. Sara Wiborg was an American socialite whose mother had helped her make quite a splash in London society before the war, where she also saw Stravinsky’s “Rite of Spring”, fresh from its riotous debut in Paris. She was more engaged intellectually and artistically with the world around her and she found no pressing need to marry, which was fortuitous for Gerald Murphy, a Yale grad who had loved her from varying degrees of geographical proximity for many years. They were on the same page regarding so many things they wanted from life: interesting friends, modern music/ballet/painting, décor expressing their personalities i.e. “good things found among trash.” Their painter friends also tended to be modern but with a strong neo-classical foundation.
People often thought of them as rich, but they moved to France because they could live there quite cheaply. They attempted to create a life based on charming things and support of talent. They loved to throw parties for their brilliant friends, but a few of these friends took ample advantage of their financial generosity (Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Leger), not that the Murphys ever minded once they believed in a person’s desire to create. In Paris they became enraptured with the Ballet Russes and did everything they could to show their support, socially and financially. They were guided to the Cote d’Azur by Cole Porter and set about to raking the beach of a hundred years’ seaweed. Within a few years it was overrun with the rick and not very clever. During the time in between, the Murphys cavorted with Porter, John Dos Passos, Charles Brackett, Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Hemingway and his first two wives, and Picasso, who fell in love with Sara Murphy and portrayed her rather erotically in four paintings, usually with her signature string of pearls.
They became surrogate parents to the Fitzgeralds who were “attracted by the Murphys’ unconventional maturity: their paradoxical mixture of spontaneity and settledness, and their ability to balance their family life with the role as friends.” The Murphys belonged, just barely, to the pre-war generation. Fitzgerald was fascinated by Sara’s directness and would try to kiss her, which she did not encourage but did not scold him for either. He was fascinated by their seemingly stable partnership, as opposed to his volatile and crumbling one. In ‘Tender is the Night’ (which is colored by Scott’s attraction to Sara, though it exposes his greater, Platonic attraction to Gerald) Fitzgerald conflates the glamour of the Murphys with the dysfunction of his alcoholism and Zelda’s insanity.
Fitzgerald eventually became jealous of the Murphys’ raves for Hemingway’s writing, and the always dapper Gerald became insecure about his clothing around Hemingway. Everyone became enamored by Hemingway’s overblown masculinity. He took their kindness for granted and assumed if he were in a tight spot they would give him money. He seems to have loved Sara and he would act strangely when he got a new wife. He had some kind of uneasiness with Gerald; he was afraid of his effete taste and manners. He derided Gerald’s grace under pressure and demonstrated clearly that he couldn’t summon such a thing himself when he committed suicide. (Conversely, “Courage disguised as taste” was the description of Sara’s party following Gerald’s funeral.) Almost from the grave, Hemingway wrote a poisoned pen letter in the form of his memoir of the 1920s, ‘A Moveable Feast’, which repudiates much of his relationship with the Murphys, whom he refers to as the “rich people”, and also seems to loathe himself for ever asking their opinion – he read them a late draft of ‘The Sun Also Rises’ which completely blew them away, more so than any novel Fitzgerald wrote.
But not all of their friends projected darkness onto them, nor did all of their friends resent them. Philip Barry created a Murphyesque couple described by in his hit play ‘Holiday’ as “the brightest, happiest people I’ve ever known,” who act as inspiration for the other characters who wish to unshackle themselves from their pre-ordained lives. Elsewhere, Barry described Gerald’s mixing of cocktails as “a priest preparing Mass”, the precision and reverence which I like to believe I bring to my own mixing.
(I THINK THE REAL SPOILERS ARE ABOUT TO START, SO BEWARE)
A few years prior to “A Moveable Feast”, the Murphys’ good friend Archibald MacLeish won his third Pulitzer for ‘J.B.’, a play based on the Book of Job and on the Murphys’ string of misfortune from 1929 onward. The Murphys had been coaxed to Hollywood by King Vidor who had brought Gerald in to help supervise the musical selections on his first talkie, the black musical ‘Hallelujah!’ MGM producer Irving Thalberg ran constant interference and even brought Lionel Barrymore in to help coach the black actors how to speak more Negro dialect. It was a miserable experience for Gerald, and just prior to fleeing California their son Patrick contracted tuberculosis from the chauffeur. Thus began a series of hardships that a decade later found the Murphys returned to New York, their world completely deflated. Gerald stopped painting upon Patrick’s illness, their avant-garde crowd disbanded, and the paradise they discovered and constructed in Antibes was now lousy with millionaires. They moved back to America only to be subjected to horrible parties thrown by people like Tallulah Bankhead. Once they stopped getting invited to parties they were quite grateful. Gerald eventually returned to work at the Mark Cross company that his father had built, but where his searching and epicurean sensibilities served to rebuild the brand quite well. Then there was the issue of a certain lack of demonstrative affection in the marriage, which may have had to do with latent homosexual tendencies on Gerald’s part. There is no proof of his acting on these feelings during his marriage, although something may have happened at Yale. However, Sara and Gerald were always devoted to the life they had created for themselves together.
Regardless of their personal circumstances, the Murphys always managed to give their friends money if they really were in need. At the end of his life, Scott Fitzgerald was asking for money, and they also helped Lillian Hellman, Pauline Hemingway, and always Fernand Leger most of all. They did have one really great, close friend who never seemed to touch them for money or put them into writing: Dorothy Parker. I found it quite moving how good of a friend Dorothy Parker was to the Murphys during their struggle with Patrick’s TB, or giving Scott Fitzgerald a tongue-lashing if he were insensitive to Sara, or even her bemusement with certain of Gerald’s affectations once he had become somewhat of a bore in the 1940s.
Gerald wrote to a friend, “The only friends you make really are when you’re young […] and you keep them but don’t keep them.” Many of their friends died before their time, and just as their contemporaries were leaving them, the Murphys were rediscovered in a renewed interest in the ‘Lost Generation’ in the early 1960s. However, this often served to make them feel like they were ghosts in their own lives. When this book was published 15 years ago I was very excited, but for some reason it sat in the back of my Amazon shopping cart all this time. Now I’ve finally read it, and am glad that I did, although I’m sure I would have found it more glamorous back in 1999. However, I can, at the present, understand much better the difficulty involved in being a successful couple, and the amount of patience required to have dynamic people all around you (and connected to each other through you). Instead, I found the book to be about the inexorable march of time, and how people often live in the shadow of their own greatness. That is a bummer to take away from this book, so we should instead learn to live full and interesting lives inspired by the Murphys that have been preserved from the 1920s.