I've found this book yesterday in the biggest library in the town I am currently living in (which could be compared to the smallest library in whatever big city out there), after seeking it quite for a while. After reading so much of her brilliant husband's work, I was definitely curious to read something written by his muse and beloved wife.

 
Save me the Waltz, by Zelda Fitzgerald, was published in 1932. I haven't finished it yet, but I have to say it has surprised me. I was expecting a simple prose, simple sentences, simple concepts. It's not what I am constantly finding in this novel as I am reading it. This fascinating woman has a peculiar talent in writing metaphors and simile, and manages to express in charming colourful images what goes on in the characters lives, and minds.

Reading some of her biographies (being the 20's junkie freak that I am), it is impossible for me not to sympathize with this lady.
Born in the South of the United States, on July the 24, 1900, in Montgomery (Alabama). She spent her childhood and teenage years scandalizing the poor defenceless narrow minded city, before meeting F. Scott Fitzgerald at a dance, marrying him (even though she waited before he became a successful writer, therefore rich, and did hang out with other guys before taking a serious commitment) and moving to New York, where they became the embodiment of the Roaring Twenties, jumping from one party to another, drinking and spending. 

No doubt Scott's incredible success as a writer helped them affording such a lifestyle.
But taking a look in the insides of their relatioship, they were ups and downs. Scott strongly critized her first novel, saying it was too openly autobiographical (although he did the same in his stories, especially in Tender is the night) and Zelda never published anything again, he had problems with an alcohol addiction and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
She died in 1948, on March the 10th, when a fire broke out in the hospital she was currenlty getting medical care for her menthal problems, killing her and other 9 women, while she was writing another novel, which remained unfinished.