Today’s Louisville Courier-Journal publishes a feature titled, “What a ‘Flapper Novelist’ Thinks of His Wife,’ with this photo and caption:
“Scott Fitzgerald, Creator of Modern Girl Types in Current Fiction, Interviews His Own Bride in the Intimacy of Their Happy Long Island Home.“
Said wife, Zelda Fitzgerald, 23, remembers that day well. The reporter had come to their home in Great Neck to interview her, Zelda. Not her novelist husband.
Zelda made sure to dress in her best country-club duds and positioned herself in their living room. The reporter was asking stupid questions: What was it like to be the “heroine of her husband’s books?” Was being “the living prototype” of the liberated American flapper fun?
Zelda just looked at him and said,
I like to write.”
Not knowing how to respond to this, and, unable to come up with any more questions, she and the reporter called on Scott, just turned 27, to join them. He took over the interview and started lobbing questions at his wife:
What would you do if you had to earn your own living?”
Zelda looked at Scott seriously. She had taken ballet lessons for years and used to be a dancer, she said. She could maybe join up with one of the Broadway Follies. If not, her next choice would be to act in movies. But if that didn’t work, Zelda said,
I’d try to write.”
Fitzgerald thought that was stupid. The reporter had run out of questions, so said his good-byes and left.
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Meanwhile, about 20 miles away from the Fitzgeralds in Great Neck, back at the housewarming party in midtown Manhattan, hostess Jane Grant, 31, is glad that one of their tenants, Herald columnist Alexander Woollcott, 36, hasn’t sabotaged the whole event because he is angry about the guest list.
Woollcott said he would spend this day in New Jersey, boycotting the celebration they’ve all been planning for months. Their fellow Algonquin Hotel lunch buddies, Robert Benchley, 34, Marc Connelly, 32, and Robert Sherwood, 27, all assured Grant that Alex would probably just show up anyway.
Sure enough. Here he is.
Marches in. Looks over the crowd and says,
I seem to see only second-rate wits.”
Fills a plate with food and announces,
I’m going to my own quarters.”
Pounds up the steps with his fans—including actresses Margalo Gilmore, 26, and Ruth Gordon, also 26—and locks his apartment door behind them.
One by one, each eventually comes sneaking back out, lured by the festivities. They shout and jeer and heckle the performers.
By early morning, Woollcott is downstairs with the rest of the hangers-on. Pretending as if nothing had happened.
Alexander Woollcott at 412 West 47th Street
“Such Friends”: 100 Years Ago… is the basis for the paperback series, “Such Friends”: The Literary 1920s. Volumes I through IV, covering 1920 through 1923 are available at Thoor Ballylee in Co. Galway, at Pan Yan Bookstore in Tiffin, OH, and as signed copies at Riverstone Books in Squirrel Hill, Pittsburgh, PA. They are also on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk in print and e-book formats. For more information, email me at kaydee@gypsyteacher.com.
This fall I will be talking about the women of Bloomsbury and the Left Bank at the Osher Lifelong Learning Institute at Carnegie-Mellon University, and about art collector John Quinn at the Tiffin-Seneca Public Library, co-sponsored by the Heidelberg University English Department, in Quinn’s hometown of Tiffin, OH.
Manager as Muse, about Scribner’s editor Maxwell Perkins’ relationships with Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway and Thomas Wolfe, is also available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk in both print and e-book versions.
If you want to walk with me through Bloomsbury, you can download my audio walking tour, “Such Friends”: Virginia Woolf and the Bloomsbury Group.