Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby was a new type of read for me. I enjoyed its perceived simplicity, first person narrative, eloquent linguistics, and succinct quality. I was pleasantly surprised multiple times by plot twists, characters and ideas. I’m tempted to do an in-depth book study on the novel, just to discover all of the symbolism within it.
Have you read The Great Gatsby? What did you think?
This book made me sad. The lifestyle of the rich in 1920s New York and Long Island that Fitzgerald displays, squeezed my heart. Directionless, riddled with greed and weak attempts at finding happiness, broken relationships ignored and hidden behind money and glamour. Fitzgerald shows us a glittery, elegant façade that become marred by the rotting morality beneath it. The tragedy of Gatsby’s devotion, the malevolence of Daisy’s deception and betrayal, the sorrow of reasoning Nick’s observance. Goodness!
It gave me shivers!
Sadly, I’ve witnessed this glittery pursuit of pleasure outside the pages of fiction. I’ve seen pleasure-hunting gangs swirling around me, leaving a trail of rot in their wake.
Our world needs hope. Our world needs goals and passions to fight for. Wouldn’t some of these directionless, pleasure-hunting lives be more worthwhile, fulfilling, and useful if they had something to fight for, some cause to champion?
And these thoughts got me thinking…what am I fighting for? What is my cause to champion? What am I truly passionate about?
Nick Carraway narrates the story of his interactions with Tom and Daisy, Wilson and Myrtle, and Jay Gatsby. He isn’t from their lifestyle, he’s an observer, an occasional partaker of the party fuelled by alcohol and sex, but he is distinct. What would an observer like Nick say about our lives, the wealthy, the middle-class, the poor in North America and Europe today? Would he see a similar story to the one he tells in Gatsby?