Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald
I recently read Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald by Therese Anne Fowler and was surprised by some of it, discouraged by other parts, and amused at others.
Throughout 2018 I have been reading everything I can find about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, and Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald.
A study of the Fitzgeralds and the Hemingways
From my reading list, where I’m seeking to read 101 works of literary fiction, I’ve devoured several of Scott and Ernest’s books already.
And I’ve read A Moveable Feast, Hemingway’s book where he talks about the Fitzgeralds, (some say this book has been disproved)
I’ve also seen the Amazon Season One series of Z: The Beginning of Everything, which is based loosely on this novel about Zelda.
Suggesting Hemingway was a homosexual?
In this case, Fowler has taken an interesting twist, to suggest that Hemingway doth protest too much in his machoism and was really a closet homosexual.
If you Google such, there is a fair amount of discussion about this topic on the Internet, all written long after Hemingway’s death.
In many ways, I wonder if this isn’t led by those who were holding grudges for having to read Hemingway and Fitzgerald in high school and college and this is their way of getting revenge.
Conclusions about the conclusions.
Nonetheless, the book is fiction and Fowler admits at the end that she merely is speculating based on what she’d researched and drawing her own conclusions about many aspects of the lives of the three.
The book is worth reading.
It shed light on Zelda I’d not seen before.
Fowler suggests that the blame for Scott not writing was more so on Scott than where Hemingway laid it, on Zelda.
That probably is more fair to Zelda, though I have to admit, I’ve tried to live in a home where there is chaos and drama and when it’s there, getting much writing done isn’t possible.
Give the book a read.