Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Happy Birthday, Zelda

Zelda
My father grew up in Montgomery, and once when he was ill Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald read him a story. She was beautiful and crazy, and her life is a tragic romance... Her husband loved her dearly, and she him, and he wrote once, "...For what she has really suffered, there is never a sober night that I do not pay a stark tribute of an hour to in the darkness."

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At 1:29 PM, July 24, 2012 Anonymous Kathie had this to say...

Rarely do we disagree, Ridger, but Scott was a cad (and worse) to Zelda; if he loved her, he had some mighty strange ways of showing it.

First of all, Scott plagiarized great chunks of Zelda's diaries and letters in his early books, without attribution. Then he railroaded her into a sanitarium for the mentally ill (even though he was arguably at least as wacko and addled by booze, but hey, in those days husbands wielded that kind of control over their wives, with at least tacit cooperation from the law). And he cheated on Zelda flagrantly with gossip columnist Sheilah Graham (with whom he lived and where he expired, allegedly in flagrante delicto, although Graham reportedly took time to dress and arrange his corpse leaning casually against a mantel in the living room before calling authorities).

Team Zelda!

 
At 6:20 PM, July 24, 2012 Blogger The Ridger, FCD had this to say...

Love doesn't make you wise. It doesn't even make you kind. They weren't good for each other, or to each other, there's no arguing that.

 
At 11:20 AM, July 25, 2012 Anonymous Kathie had this to say...

Then it's not real love, just abuse (paging Carolyn Hax).

 

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