I have always had a fascination with F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, so much so that I spent a semester writing a paper on Dick Diver’s male ego as a reflection of F. Scott’s own loss of self-esteem in his relationship with Zelda.
Maybe it’s because it is a historical bad realty show, a train wreck unfolding in front of you, and as much as want to look away you just can’t.
As my father says, that’s what happens when you mix nuts and booze.
Deeper, though their relationship and their lives show the flame of art that burns most brightly sometimes only burns for a few moments.
A new website chronicles their lives. If you are a fan or just an interest reader of Scott’s work, I suggest you take a peek. You won’t be disappointed.
Street of Dreams 
thanks for finding my blog so that I could find yours! Such a Fitzgerald fan that I don’t want to see this movie.
I too am torn on seeing it (I haven’t yet.) I know it won’t hold up to the book, but I’ve heard lovely things about the movie.
I have long been devoted to Fitzgerald’s writing. And it doesn’t hurt that Zelda and I were born on the same day!
Aww how neat to share a birthday with such an magnetic person!
I recently read a book called the “The Paris Wife” by Paula McLain that focuses on Ernest Hemingway’s early years from the perspective of his first wife. Because they were friends the Fitzgeralds are talked about through several of the chapters and it is a good read.
I’ll have to check the book out!