Title: The Great Gatsby
Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald
Star Rating (out of 5): ****
For: Fans of beautiful prose, psychological insight, classics, tragedies
This is a sad cautionary tale of obsession, infidelity, and the emptiness of excess and immorality. I feel like I would have hated it if it wasn’t for the gorgeous, affecting prose, and Fitzgerald’s sharp insight into the way insecurity can make us turn accomplishments, wealth, or people into idols that eventually destroy us. So, I’d say read it if you’re looking for some fabulous writing, but skip it if you’re looking for an uplifting plot.
Here are two of my favorite quotes:
“The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens — finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run. The front was broken by a line of French windows, glowing now with reflected gold and wide open to the warm windy afternoon, and Tom Buchanan in riding clothes was standing with his legs apart on the front porch.”
“[Gatsby] smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. Precisely at that point it vanished.”