This novel is pretty much a bougie 1930's version of a bitter guy trying to prove his ex is crazy after they have a nasty break up.
Save Me the Waltz reads more like a poetic retelling of Zelda's life than a standard novel.
Fredrik Backman gets life in a way many modern writers seem to miss.
On a professional level, Mary Trump should not have written this book.
Without one sister, the others do not fully exist.