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...talking of his ambition to go to Princeton. Judge John Biggs Jr., a Princeton roommate, told how, fresh from St. Paul, Fitzgerald "had the advantage of being a superb writer, [but] his knowledge of spelling and punctuation was almost rudimentary." Gerald Murphy, an intimate friend of later years, described Zelda Sayre, the Alabama beauty Fitzgerald loved: "She had rather a powerful, hawklike expression, very beautiful features, not classic, and extremely penetrating eyes, and a very beautiful figure, and she moved beautifully. She had a great sense of her own appearance and wore dresses that were very full and very graceful...
Ritual Orgies. Fitzgerald married Zelda on the $5,000 advance royalties of his first novel, This Side of Paradise, and they set off on a mad fling that was to span the decade, cover a couple of continents, and wind up with Scott an inveterate alcoholic and Zelda a hopeless schizophrenic. Fitzgerald's literary agent, Harold Ober, told radio listeners where the money came from: short stories, at $4,000 a story. Friendly Critic Malcolm Cowley defined the double vision that helped Fitzgerald command such prices: "He was a man of the 1920s who took part in the ritual...
Cracked Plate. Arthur Mizener, Fitzgerald's biographer (The Far Side of Paradise), told how Scott and Zelda expected nothing but joy out of life and quarreled bitterly when they were disappointed. "We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promises of American advertising," Zelda once said. "I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail, and that mud will give you a perfect complexion." After Zelda became ill, Fitzgerald said. "I left my capacity for hoping on the little road that led to Zelda's sanitarium." He wrote her: "Do you remember before...
When the sanitarium caught fire, Zelda died in the flames. At 39, Fitzgerald "suddenly realized that I had prematurely cracked, cracked like an old plate." He recovered enough to write part of a novel about Hollywood, The Last Tycoon, which might have been his masterpiece. But when he had reached the middle of chapter six, a heart attack ended his life at 44. Almost nobody came to the bare funeral home where his body lay. But his old friend Dorothy Parker did. Her hard-boiled epitaph, too strong for last week's radio show, echoed Fitzgerald...
...mention a town in Illinois. The U.S. is also dotted with Alices (3) Floras (6), Hildas (2), Iones (7) Marthas (3), and Stellas (6), plus Edith, Texas, Gladys, Va., Peggy, Texas, Rosa, La., Ursa, Ill., Wilma, Fla. and Zelda...