Zelda Sayre to F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Lovers
Zelda Sayre
(1900-48)
was born in montgomery, Alabama. Daughter of an Alabama High Court judge, Zelda was strikingly beautiful but wild, intelligent but unevenly educated. She married Scott Fitzgerald in 1920 and they had one daughter, Frances (known as Scottie), in 1921. After several years of high and happy living, financed by Scott's success as a writer and shaped by his drinking, her behavior became more erratic and obsessive, and their relationship more strained. In 1930 she had her first breakdown. The years that followed were largely spent in mental institutions, but also saw the publication of her confused and moving novel Save Me the Waltz (1932). She had considerable talent, which never quite fulfilled itself. Zelda died in 1948, victim of an asylum fire at the Highland Hospital, Asheville, North Carolina.
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
(1896-1940)
novelist and short story writer, was born in St. Paul, Minnesota. Irish on his mother's side, he was a Catholic and was educated at Princeton University. He gained instant fame with his first novel This Side of Paradise (1920). Together with his wife Zelda, he came to represent the "Jazz Age", both in his writing and in his lifestyle, with his wildness, generosity, heavy drinking, partying, and high spending. His finest novel was The Great Gatsby (1925), the story of rich financier Jay gatsby's disastrous love for Daisy Buchanan and a key exploration of "The American Dream". After that the writing came more slowly and the success less surely. He worked periodically as a scriptwriter in Hollywood, where he died of a heart attack in 1940. His final novel, The Last Tycoon, was unfinished when he died.


Spring 1919

Sweetheart,
    Please, please don't be so depressed--We'll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever--and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night--Maybe you won't understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it's hardest to write--and you always know when I make myself--Just the ache of it all--and I can't tell you. If we were together, you'd feel how strong it is--you're so sweet when you're melancholy. I love your sad tenderness--when I've hurt you--That's one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels--and they bothered you so--Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget--
    Scott--there's nothing in all the world I want but you--and your precious love--All the materials things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love me less--and less--and I'd do anything--anything--to keep your heart for my own--I don't want to live--I want to love first, and live incidentally...Don't--don't ever think of the things you can't give me--You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all--and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had--
    How can you think deliberately of life without me--If you should die--O Darling--darling Scott--It'd be like going blind...I'd have no purpose in life--just a pretty--decoration. Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered--and I was delivered to you--to be worn--I want you to wear me, like a watch--charm or a button hole bouquet--to the world. And then, when we're alone, I want to help--to know that you can't do anything without me...
    All my heart--
    I love you



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Messages of Intimacy and Passion
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