Celebrating the Irish roots of "The Great Gatsby" author F. Scott Fitzgerald
In honor of F. Scott Fitzgerald, born on this day, September 24, 1896, we look back at the life and death of the famed author.
It is true that F. Scott Fitzgerald wasn’t much of a Catholic.
Yes, he had strong Irish roots on both his mother and father’s side. But while his last name is as Hibernian as it can get, his full name – Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald – also reflects his family’s obsession with its Yankee Protestant roots.
Francis Scott Key, after all, was the famous author of the American national anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner,” not to mention a distant cousin of Fitzgerald's.
Still, as millions flocked to movie theaters this weekend to see the latest film version of Fitzgerald’s most famous work, "The Great Gatsby", there are still lessons to be learned not only from Gatsby’s writing but his life. And his death.
This is especially true because those who spent a few hours being transported back to the Jazz Age (in 3D no less!) may have missed the spat that broke out between Irish Taoiseach (Prime Minister) Enda Kenny and Boston Cardinal Sean O’Malley.
As happens almost every year, there is a fight at some Catholic college because a graduation speaker (in this case Kenny at Boston College) has some link to abortion rights. This time around, Kenny is caught up in the ongoing debate over abortion in Ireland, which a new bill in Ireland would allow in some generally tragic circumstances.
Sadly we have become accustomed to these Catholic fights. They are always seen as a battle between liberals and conservatives, and – worse – there seems no end in sight.
Which is why the final chapter of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s life is worth revisiting. Fitzgerald famously said there are no second acts in American life. The ultimate irony is that Fitzgerald himself had about 15 or 20-second acts during his tragically brief life.
Fitzgerald died at the age of 44 in 1940 while toiling away as a screenwriter in Hollywood. He had been a notorious alcoholic and suffered a fatal heart attack.
A few years earlier, Fitzgerald had written in a letter that whenever he died, he hoped to be buried in a Catholic cemetery in Baltimore where other family members rested.
“I belong here [in Maryland], where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite,” he wrote in a letter to Laura Guthrie, his secretary. “I wouldn’t mind a bit if in a few years Zelda and I could snuggle up together under a stone in some old graveyard here.”
Ah, Zelda. Fitzgerald’s infamous flapper wife. That’s where some of the trouble begins.
Zelda Sayre, alas, was a Protestant. And though Gatsby attended Catholic schools as a boy he had lapsed as the years wore on.
In fact, the Catholic Church thought along the same lines as many readers did when Gatsby first came out. They were not impressed. Fitzgerald’s books, with their drinking and debauchery and extramarital affairs, were on a list of works deemed forbidden for good Catholic readers.
Fitzgerald may have wanted to be buried in St. Mary’s Catholic Cemetery in Rockville, Baltimore. But the request was denied. And so, reminiscent of his famous fictional hero’s own funeral, Fitzgerald’s burial was a poorly attended affair, and he was laid to rest in Rockville Union Cemetery, a Protestant facility.
After dying in a hospital fire a few years later, Zelda was laid to rest in the same cemetery.
The story doesn’t end there, however. Scott and Zelda’s only child, Frances, petitioned St. Mary’s parish officials. This was a great American author with deep ties to the area. It took three decades, but finally, in 1975, Scott and Zelda’s remains were moved to St. Mary’s.
“The church believed it important to consider his God-given talents and literary genius,” a St. Mary’s priest told The Washington Post this week.
And maybe there’s a little hope for all of us in this story. With all the fighting over abortion and birth control and gay rights, it becomes very easy for everyone to forget that forgiveness in a central tenet of the Catholic faith. God knows if O’Malley or Kenny or the millions of us who fight about the church will ever forgive anyone for anything.
But St. Mary’s parish in Baltimore -- which granted a doomed, brilliant writer his last wish three decades too late -- shows us that at least they might.
*Originally published in 2013.