The most selfish characters ever to appear in a novel? : Tender is the Night

Honestly, are these the most selfish, narrow-minded, egocentric, dissolute characters ever to appear in a novel? Sure, I know, there are lots of novels about young people wasting their lives, drifters, beats, hipsters, addicts of all sorts - but few or none with the social advantages of those in F. Scott Fitzgerald's "Tender is the Night." In fact, as noted earlier, the dissolution feels much more profound because it is a novel written with such obvious skill and such a beautiful high literary style, and because we all know what a great novel Gatsby is, in which we observe the dissolution through the lens of a narrator, but there' a sense here that I can't shake that Fitzgerald no longer feels removed from these characters, that these are versions of himself and his friends and he wants us to feel sorry for them, to pity them. I sure don't. In sections I read last night, to give two examples, Dick and Nicole Diver, seeing drunken friend off at a Paris train station, witness a woman (whom Nicole slightly knows) shoot a man as the train pulls out of the station. The reaction? Oh, the poor woman, let's make sure she's treated well by the police, I'll never watch a train pull out of a station without thinking of this. Or, how about this? After some contretemps over a mistaken arrest in which a black man is arrested in a case of pure racism and then found dead on the starlet Rosemary's bed, Dick immediately rises to the rescue - unceremoniously dumping the body in the hallway and calling the management - got to protect Rosemary's film career, and who gives a damn about this "Negro" and who cares who shot him? At base, these are horrible people and, at least for a reader today, or at least for this reader, it's almost impossible to sympathize with any of them. Maybe this novel is a tragedy, but if so they get what they deserve.