Tales of the Jazz Age
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
May Day Chapter XI
- Year Published: 1922
- Language: English
- Country of Origin: United States of America
- Source: Fitzgerald, F.S. (1922) Tales of the Jazz Age. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons
- Flesch–Kincaid Level: 12.0
- Word Count: 248
- Genre: Realism
- ✎ Cite This
Fitzgerald, F. (1922). May Day Chapter XI. Tales of the Jazz Age (Lit2Go Edition). Retrieved June 09, 2023, from https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/224/tales-of-the-jazz-age/5844/may-day-chapter-xi/
Fitzgerald, F. Scott. "May Day Chapter XI." Tales of the Jazz Age. Lit2Go Edition. 1922. Web. <https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/224/tales-of-the-jazz-age/5844/may-day-chapter-xi/>. June 09, 2023.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, "May Day Chapter XI," Tales of the Jazz Age, Lit2Go Edition, (1922), accessed June 09, 2023, https://etc.usf.edu/lit2go/224/tales-of-the-jazz-age/5844/may-day-chapter-xi/.
In a bedroom of a small hotel just off Sixth Avenue Gordon Sterrett awoke with a pain in the back of his head and a sick throbbing in all his veins. He looked at the dusky gray shadows in the corners of the room and at a raw place on a large leather chair in the corner where it had long been in use. He saw clothes, dishevelled, rumpled clothes on the floor and he smelt stale cigarette smoke and stale liquor. The windows were tight shut. Outside the bright sunlight had thrown a dust–filled beam across the sill—a beam broken by the head of the wide wooden bed in which he had slept. He lay very quiet—comatose, drugged, his eyes wide, his mind clicking wildly like an unoiled machine.
It must have been thirty seconds after he perceived the sunbeam with the dust on it and the rip on the large leather chair that he had the sense of life close beside him, and it was another thirty seconds after that before that he realized that he was irrevocably married to Jewel Hudson.
He went out half an hour later and bought a revolver at a sporting goods store. Then he took a took a taxi to the room where he had been living on East Twenty–seventh Street, and, leaning across the table that held his drawing materials, fired a cartridge into his head just behind the temple.