PART I
Courtship and Marriage: 1918â1920
The good things and the first years . . . will stay with me forever. . . .
âSCOTT TO ZELDA, APRIL 26, 1934
Scott and Zelda first met in Montgomery, Alabama, Zeldaâs hometown, in July 1918, probably at a country club dance. Zelda, who had just graduated from high school and was still the townâs most popular girl, turned eighteen that month; Scott, who had attended Princeton and was now a lieutenant in the infantry, would be twenty-two that fall. In her autobiographical novel, Save Me the Waltz (1932), Zelda recalled that Scott, so handsome in his tailor-made Brooks Brothers uniform, had âsmelled like new goodsâ as she nestled her âface in the space between his ear and his stiff army collarâ while they danced (Collected Writings 39). Just two months later, Scott recorded in his Ledger the event that would shape the rest of his life and much of his work: âSept.: Fell in love on the 7thâ(Ledger 173). That same month, Scott summed up his twenty-first year: On his birthday, he wrote, âA year of enormous importance. Work, and Zelda. Last year as a Catholicâ (Ledger 172). The major decisions that a young man coming of age makesâmatters of vocation, love, and faithâhad been decided.
Scott, although still untried and immature in many ways, had adamantly committed himself to becoming âone of the greatest writers who ever livedâ (as he told his college friend Edmund âBunnyâ Wilson) and to having the âtop girlâ at his side to share the storybook life he envisioned. During his years at Princeton University, his academic life had taken a backseat to his social ambitions; realizing that he probably would never graduate, Scott had enlisted in the army in October 1917. His military training eventually brought him to Camp Sheridan, near Montgomery, and to Zeldaâthe most beautiful, confident, and sought-after girl in town. Scott then devoted himself to becoming the âtop manâ among her many suitors, intending to vanquish the other young college boys and soldiers by marrying this most desirable girl.
Zelda, being younger, was less clear about particulars, but she certainly shared Scottâs romantic sense of a special destiny. Other than teaching, careers for women were still discouraged. Courtship and marriage were the areas in which young women such as Zelda, the daughter of a prominent judge, were expected to achieve distinction. Her three older sisters, Marjorie, Rosalind, and Clothilde, were already married; Zelda intended to make the absolute most of her own days as a southern belle, relishing her role in the spotlight. Montgomery may have been a small, provincial city, but it was surrounded by college towns, as well as being crowded with young soldiers from nearby training camps. The war imbued the local courtship rituals with an even greater sense of urgency and romanticism than usual. The crowds of young people necessitated numerous forms of entertainmentâparties, dances, sports, plays, and Friday-night vaudeville showsâto keep them occupied. The Sayresâ front porch, replete with every sort of southern flower and a porch swing for Zelda and her beaux, was locally famous. Zelda had already filled a glove box with the small colorful badges of masculine honor the young soldiers took from their uniforms and gave to her as tokens of their affection. Scott soon added his own insignia to this collection. Young aviators from Taylor Field executed dangerous stunts as they flew their airplanes over Zeldaâs house to impress her. Scott competed with such exploits by bragging about the famous writer he was going to become. Although Scott did not âget overâ to fight the war, that summer and fall, as he vied for Zeldaâs heart, the two no doubt believed that he would be sent overseas and perhaps face death. He continued to write, hoping that in the event of his death, he would become the American counterpart of Rupert Brooke, the handsome young English poet, who in death had become the romantic heroâ forever young, beautiful, and full of promise.
The war, however, ended just as Scott was preparing to embark for France. When he was discharged in February 1919, he went to New York City to find a job and to become a famous living writer, instead of a dead one. He hoped to find work with a newspaper but had to settle for a low-paying job with an advertising firm. He missed Zelda terribly, told his family about her, and asked his mother to write to Zelda, which she did. Then, on March 24, Scott sent Zelda the engagement ring that had been his motherâs. Zelda couldnât have been more thrilled. But although her letters are full of enthusiastic assurances of her love, her life in Montgomery continued pretty much the same as beforeâa whirlwind of social engagements, which included continuing to go out with other boysâand she wrote Scott all about it. Zelda especially loved the rounds of college parties, dances, and commencement activities beginning in May and the exciting football weekends in the fall. Scottâs daily life, on the other hand, was at total odds with his idealized conception of himself. He hated his job, hated having so little money, and especially hated how his clothes were becoming threadbare. And, worse yet, his stories werenât selling. Later, in âMy Lost Cityâ (1936), he would look back and write, â. . . I was haunted always by my other life . . . my fixation upon the dayâs letter from Alabamaâwould it come and what would it say?âmy shabby suits, my poverty, and love. . . . I was a failureâ mediocre at advertising work and unable to get started as a writerâ (Crack-Up 25â26).
Despite his sense of failure, Scott was actually quite productive. Although he sold only one story in the spring of 1919ââBabes in the Woods,â for which The Smart Set paid him thirty dollarsâhe continued his apprenticeship and produced over nineteen stories that winter and spring. All were rejected by the magazines to which he submitted them; many, however, were later revised and published. Although Scott was being unrealistic in his expectations of immediate fameâwho, after all, is a blazing success at the age of twenty-two?âhis sense of failure, anxiety, and loss was keen and would remain with him the rest of his life. When Scott visited Zelda in Montgomery in mid-April, he was depressed and losing confidence in himself. Zelda tried to reassure him in her letters, but she also continued to report on all the fun she was having.
By June 1919, Scott and Zeldaâs engagement was in serious jeopardy. When Scott received a note that Zelda had written to another suitor and then accidentally put into the wrong envelope, one addressed to Scott, he was enraged and ordered her never to write to him again. But as soon as he received Zeldaâs brief explanation, he went to Montgomery and begged her to marry him right away. Zelda cried in his arms, but she turned him down and broke the engagement. Scott returned to New York feeling utterly defeated as a writer and a lover. He wrote to a friend: âIâve done my best and Iâve failedâitâs a great tragedy to me and I feel I have very little left to live for. . . . Unless someday she will marry me I will never marryâ (Letters 455â456). He quit his job, went on a three-week bender, returned to his parentsâ home in St. Paul, and went to work revising âThe Romantic Egotist,â the novel that had been rejected by Charles Scribnerâs Sons in 1918. During this period of a little over two months, Scott and Zelda exchanged no letters. But when Scribners accepted his novel, now entitled This Side of Paradise, on September 16, 1919, Scott immediately wrote to Zelda again and planned a visit to Montgomery; the couple soon resumed their engagement. More letters and visits to Montgomery followed, and Zelda and Scott were married the following April, only one year after Scott had first sent Zelda the engagement ring.
In his imagination, Scott attached the acquisition of Zelda to the acquisition of material success, thereby identifying what were already the twin themes of his writingâlove and moneyâas the twin themes of his life, as well. Later, he looked back on the summer of his broken engagement in âPasting It Togetherâ (1936) and wrote, âIt was one ...