Z, a novel of Zelda Fitzgerald by Therese Ann Fowler, manages to feel very real and more like an autobiography than the novelization of Zelda’s life that it is.
I have to address something personal here and say that I never liked F. Scott Fitzgerald. I do think I have read and liked a few of his short stories, but when I read Gatsby once upon a time, I could not appreciate it as the literary masterpiece it is held up as.
With Fowler’s book in my back pocket, I feel like I have a better picture of the Fitzgeralds as the flawed individuals they were and might be able to better appreciate their place in the literary hierarchy as well as their contributions to the Canon of Great American Literature. The fact that Z, a fiction book, has begun to alter long-held perceptions about these two people should speak well of the quality of its narrative.
The story begins with Zelda as a young woman in Montgomery immediately before she meets F. Scott Fitzgerald, who was stationed near town and would have headed to the Great War had it not ended before he was due to be shipped to France. [Read more…]