Next to Hemingway, no other American author was quite so photogenic as F. Scott Fitzgerald. Prigozy's simple biography serves as an extended caption to many nicely reproduced photographs from Fitzgerald's early childhood to his early death at the age of 44. In spite of his dissipations, addictions, and infelicities, Fitzgerald remained a remarkably handsome man. He really knew how to wear a suit.
I learned a lot about his wife, Zelda, too. In fact, she appears in almost as many photos as Scott; so, I guess we get a two-for-one biography (or a half-for-one, depending on how you look at it). Still, I was touched by their devotion to one another that wasn't lessened by alcoholism, financial problems, and mental instability. Fitzgerald remains a very appealing figure in American letters: a pure romantic who wrote as he lived -- to find love and create pleasure.