zelda fitzgerald should get more credit than she does for being a truly gifted writer who chose to focus her efforts entirely on trying to capture what it is like to be alive in summer

she wrote:"summer billows over the sky and the lakes; every green square swoons to the sway of a white swirling dress and Time itself is become a transient"

and also that an august afternoon "threatened to hatch all sorts of things"

i think people think she was more or less frivolous as a writer but the truth is she was only interested in summer; a different thing

edith wharton was really only interested in december as a month and she got a far better deal; winter writers always seem more serious but they just have different priorities