![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() She embraces the subordination the previous generation fled, but calls it ‘brave and gay and beautiful’, not self-sacrificial or boring. Still, if she did not shower these particular scintillating adjectives on her flapper-self, her life proclaimed them.Ī flapper in the 1920s, like a post-feminist today, hovers between defiance and compliance. I don’t want Pat to be a genius, I want her to be a flapper, because flappers are brave and gay and beautiful.’ĭid Zelda really say all this? So many creeds have been thrust on her by adoring Pygmalions, from Scott Fitzgerald himself to Sally Cline in this passionately partisan biography, that the real Zelda long ago drowned in images, including her own. Scott Fitzgerald’s charmingly wild wife told an interviewer that she hoped her daughter’s generation would be even ‘jazzier’ than her own: ‘I think a woman gets more happiness out of being gay, light-hearted, unconventional, mistress of her own fate, than out of a career that calls for hard work, intellectual pessimism and loneliness. Zelda Fitzgerald would probably call herself a post-feminist today, but when she was alive, she made herself a flapper. ![]()
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