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.