Z: A Novel of Zelda Fitzgerald

by Therese Anne Fowler

If only people could travel as easily as words. Wouldn’t that be something? If only we could be so easily revised.

muddle up some mint and raspberries to go with that gin.

this gin-and-soda-and-apricots concoction is the result.

How long is soon? It isn’t days, or weeks, or a season. It’s a placeholder is what it is, no measure at all.”