“So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, Ch. 7
I finished the ‘great American novel’ last night, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “The Great Gatsby”. Without going into great length about the whole story, my initial view is that it would probably take an analytical literature class to dig out the themes that inhabit the novel. I’m going to try reading some of the existing scholarly views on the book to reveal more of the plot.
From a reader who frequents the pulp-fiction of Harry Potter and other various ‘lazy reads’, The Great Gatsby is accessible. Much more so than Catch-22 (a novel in which I can never seem to make it past half-way). Some of the writing is simply beautiful and majestic, almost inhuman. The ending is not exactly obvious and satisfying. I suppose I enjoyed it then.
Well, time to scratch it off the list of ‘books to read before you die’, and time to start my next one - possibly “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” or C.S Forrester’s Hornblower adventure books.
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