The Jazz Age... Ernest Hemingway, Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein, Sara and Gerald Murphy. And Zelda, the wife of Scott Fitzgerald, who was misunderstood her whole life.
Zelda was considered crazy. Jealous. Selfish. Unstable. Unsympathetic.
Sadly, I thought for a long time of her this way also, until I read A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald by Anne Fowler. I finished it yesterday and thought why a passionate, beautiful woman who had so many talents was judged so harshly by her generation.
"Be just a wife for Christ sake and enjoy it," - said once Scott to Zelda.
But she couldn't be just a wife. She was incredibly gifted. Zelda was a beautiful dancer. At age of twenty eight she took ballet classes. Zelda was a writer and wrote "Save Me the Waltz". She had many callings in her life and pursued them.
I never liked Scott Fitzgerald. He made almost all his money writing for the popular magazines and for movie industry. Making money was essential for the lifestyle he wanted to lead. Scott always struggled to impress the critics trying to write the more serious work and couldn't or didn't want to understand his wife.
Lost generation...Their stakes at gamble tables were so high but they were so empty, so tired secretly hoping that some day they will vanish into the sleep. And they did...
“I had try to tell the difference between the night and the day and how the night was better unless the day was very clean and cold and I could not tell it; as I cannot tell it now. But if you have had it you know.”