I can't get enough of the stories about F. Scott Fitzgerald and his wife, Zelda. My friend regaled me with this particular anecdote and it's my favourite.
'They returned to the United States, first to Montgomery, and then to Hollywood, where Fitzgerald was invited to work on a screenplay. Here he met a beautiful young actress, Lois Moran, whom he admired (she was the basis for the character, Rosemary Hoyt, in his new novel, Tender is the Night). Jealous of his attentions to Lois, Zelda collected jewelry from guests at a party and threw them into a pot of boiling water - to make soup. She also threw all of the clothes she had brought with her for the trip into the bathtub and set fire to them. When they left California, she threw a platinum wristwatch that Scott had given her years ago out of the window of the train, so angry was she over his admiration for Lois Moran'.
Clara Bow. I love the Jazz age! When I was 15 I read The Great Gatsby for the first time and I always envisioned Daisy as this breathy, sultry Scarlett Johansson type figure, I don't know why.