I found this book interesting. I had heard a lot about F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda, but was curious to learn more. Kendall Taylor provides much detail that helped me draw insight into their lives. Kendall provides the biographical dates: when they met, their successes, their failures, and when they died. Most biographies display the spin of the author, in Taylor’s case, a slightly feminist viewpoint, but Taylor provides enough detail for the reader to see beyond anyone’s opinions and draw an independent opinion.
I had long been aware that Fitzgerald and Zelda had a flamboyant, happy-go-lucky marriage that, somehow, went wrong, Zelda, somehow, losing her sanity. I never looked further into their lives until I saw a movie about Fitzgerald. Curious, I picked Taylor’s book from the library. I think anyone who wants enough facts to draw one’s own conclusions ought to read Taylor’s book.
Both Scott and Zelda were very talented and ambitious. Both wanted recognition. Scott got wide recognition with his novels, but his friend, Ernest Hemingway, soon rivaled his recognition. Zelda had opportunities, but hers were frustrated, partly because Scott did not support them. All three persons, Hemingway included experienced great sadness before they died. Saddest of all, I think, is the condition Zelda found herself in.
Taylor makes a good case that Scott incorporated Zelda’s writings and letters into some of his novels. Perhaps it was her words that gave life to those novels, her words that captured the soul of the Jazz and Flapper age. It appears that Scott smothered Zelda’s writing ambitions so as to have total access to her writing. Taylor relates that Scott believed Zelda was good with words but didn’t have the talent to construct a novel. Early in their marriage, Zelda and Scott were both offered leading roles for a movie based on his “This Side of Paradise. “ Scott turned it down. I see this as a blunder on Scott’s part. Zelda would have felt closer to Scott had they made the movie. Zelda and Scott would have both benefited if they had co-authored some of Scott’s novels. That way, they both would have found fulfillment, would have been much happier and less frustrated.
Zelda’s illness may have been hereditary, may have been unavoidable, but one wonders what effect the constant frustration and lost opportunities had on Zelda and how much she held her husband responsible. Scott died suddenly of a heart attack in 1936, still a young man in his forties, but broke, his career behind him, and bearing the unmistakable scars of alcoholism. Zelda was already in a hospital for mental disorders, undergoing shock treatments and other remedies felt effective at that time. She died, tragically in 1948, at age 47, when her hospital burned. Today, we have the legacy of their writing and the memory of their lives
Both spent their energies looking for fulfillment in the trendy ways of the liberated twenties, influenced by Freudian advice against frustrated sex, emboldened by alcohol made more attractive by prohibition, and pursuing an exciting, uninhibited, fun-filled life that, for a short while, was the envy of their friends. But life has a way of catching up with us, and new trends, no matter how attractive they seem, may not be in our own best interest.
The thought that occurred to me, when I finished the book, is how the two of them would view their lives today. Would they think it worth losing the closeness and love they might have had in order to pursue admiration and fame, which, even today, cannot heal their wounds. Seeing two lives in such intimate detail has a sobering effect. Surely, there is much more to life than fame and fortune. I wish Scott, Zelda, and their daughter, Scottie, peace, happiness, and genuine fulfillment of what it means to be human.