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Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
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Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald

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Through his alcoholism and her mental illness, his career lows and her institutional confinement, F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald's devotion to each other endured for over twenty-two years. Now, for the first time, we have the story of their love in the couple's own letters. Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda consists of more than seventy-five percent previously unpublished or out-of-print letters as well as extensive narrative on the Fitzgeralds' marriage by Fitzgerald scholars Jackson R. Bryer and Cathy W. Barks. Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda also features a candid introduction by Eleanor Lanahan, the Fitzgeralds' granddaughter.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 20, 2019
ISBN9781684572113
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Zelda Fitzgerald

Zelda Fitzgerald was born in Montgomery, Alabama, in 1900. She and Scott Fitzgerald married in 1920, and the following year she gave birth to their daughter, Frances “Scottie” Fitzgerald. Throughout their marriage, Zelda inspired Scott’s novels and their characters. Zelda is the author of several short stories and novels, including Save Me the Waltz.

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    This rating is based on the readers; I'm not rating their correspondence, except to note that she comes off much more charming, interesting, and entertaining in her letters than in her biographies, and yes, I've read more than one. I give the female reader 4 stars, and the male reader 0 stars because he is, without question, as bad as any amateur (cf. Librivox) reader I've ever encountered: zero stars matches zero inflection in his nasal, monotonous, dreary mumbling. I started to skip through Scott's letters about midway through.