Z: A NOVEL OF ZELDA FITZGERALD is the fictionalized, yet well-researched account of the woman whom, as the wife of F. Scott Fitzgerald, everyone thought they knew. History has portrayed her as a crazy, spoiled, attention-seeking flapper who, after becoming jealous of her husband's success, tried everything from ballet dancing to suicidal ideation as a means of eclipsing his bright light. But, as is often the case with misunderstood women, there was more to Zelda than met the eye. An accomplished dancer, painter, and writer in her own right (many of F. Scott's short stories were actually written by her, then published under his name in order to bring in more money), Zelda was simply a multitalented, highly creative person who, in the pre-feminist world, was expected to satisfy her need for self-expression by going shopping and attending supper parties. Is there any wonder she went off the rails?
Z: A NOVEL OF ZELDA FITZGERALD is an extremely engaging, yet depressing read. It most certainly should be read, but preferably with the intention of consuming something happier immediately after finishing it.