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The Great Gatsby
I have managed to go my entire life not only having never read this book, but having only osmosed a vague vestige of the plot (something something decadent 1920s Long Island nouveau riche is about as much as I knew going in). I read it tonight, expecting something - I don't know, heavier or more difficult, I guess, but actually it's a fun, quick, very engaging read. I knew it was headed for disaster and I wasn't wrong, but not quite the disaster I was expecting. I am still surprised that a) Daisy survived to the end, and b) Gatsby wasn't Daisy's babydaddy. Or was he? I mean, obviously, there's a hundred years of literary criticism of this book that I've completely missed out on.
I think the thing that surprised me most about this book, nearly a hundred years after it was published and 99 years later than its 1921 setting, is how contemporary it feels, both in the language and the general attitudes of its characters - which I think is not just about the 1920s in general (because not everything published in the 20s/30s/40s feels this way) but it's also about the way that the attitudes and mores of rich young college students in 1920 have become commonplace for everyone. The characters in the book, as now, enjoy fast cars and going to the movies and friendships with the opposite sex; they casually call each other on the phone; they curse and drink too much and have casual sex before marriage and say that things are "cool."
The language and social milieu are contemporary-feeling enough that the handful of strikingly racist or antisemitic pieces of narration were like a stumbling block thrown underfoot -- oh wait, this is a book written in 1925, not a book written now! That kind of thing aside, I think I was also a little surprised at how casually diverse Fitzgerald's 1920s New York is, as well as the book explicitly pointing out Tom Buchanan's populist racism in order to (implicitly) condemn it. (But the book has some profoundly racist and antisemitic passages, not to downplay those.)
Given what I'd osmosed about the book before reading it, I also think I was expecting the decadent idle rich to feel more ... well ... decadent, and less like a bunch of college kids having a house party. I think again, it's a case of some of this having become more like typical 20-something behavior than it was at the time, and the more extravagant aspects being commonplace visuals for us now, from soap operas and movies and celebrity lifestyle shows. I mean, some of it still reads as over-the-top as it might have at the time (Gatsby's blatant namedropping, say, and some of the more extravagant excesses of their wealth). But in general I think this was not quite the book I'd expected because the culture has caught up and passed it by.
But it was a vivid snapshot of a time and place and set of characters that I very much enjoyed, as readable now as it was then.
That said, I recognize that due to its literary reputation this is a book most people (Americans, anyway) probably already have deeply entrenched opinions about.
I think the thing that surprised me most about this book, nearly a hundred years after it was published and 99 years later than its 1921 setting, is how contemporary it feels, both in the language and the general attitudes of its characters - which I think is not just about the 1920s in general (because not everything published in the 20s/30s/40s feels this way) but it's also about the way that the attitudes and mores of rich young college students in 1920 have become commonplace for everyone. The characters in the book, as now, enjoy fast cars and going to the movies and friendships with the opposite sex; they casually call each other on the phone; they curse and drink too much and have casual sex before marriage and say that things are "cool."
The language and social milieu are contemporary-feeling enough that the handful of strikingly racist or antisemitic pieces of narration were like a stumbling block thrown underfoot -- oh wait, this is a book written in 1925, not a book written now! That kind of thing aside, I think I was also a little surprised at how casually diverse Fitzgerald's 1920s New York is, as well as the book explicitly pointing out Tom Buchanan's populist racism in order to (implicitly) condemn it. (But the book has some profoundly racist and antisemitic passages, not to downplay those.)
Given what I'd osmosed about the book before reading it, I also think I was expecting the decadent idle rich to feel more ... well ... decadent, and less like a bunch of college kids having a house party. I think again, it's a case of some of this having become more like typical 20-something behavior than it was at the time, and the more extravagant aspects being commonplace visuals for us now, from soap operas and movies and celebrity lifestyle shows. I mean, some of it still reads as over-the-top as it might have at the time (Gatsby's blatant namedropping, say, and some of the more extravagant excesses of their wealth). But in general I think this was not quite the book I'd expected because the culture has caught up and passed it by.
But it was a vivid snapshot of a time and place and set of characters that I very much enjoyed, as readable now as it was then.
That said, I recognize that due to its literary reputation this is a book most people (Americans, anyway) probably already have deeply entrenched opinions about.

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This is only tangentially related to your post, but I have that feeling all the time when I'm reading old stuff about how modern it feels. I get that way about The Epic of Gilgamesh and Gilgamesh being afraid of his own mortality or The Aeneid and how cinematically parts of it are written.
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The old classics for that kind of posing used to be:
Great Gatsby
Catcher in the Rye
To Kill a Mockingbird
Animal Farm
Fahrenheit 451
The Old Man and the Sea
And for the more lit'ry types:
The Red Badge of Courage
Heart of Darkness
The Scarlet Letter
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I think the "Short Classics" version of that is Anthem.
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(And on another level, because Fitzgerald is basing both Gatsby and Nick on himself, it's him judging himself and his work, too.)
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That was such a good scene, all the more because we also got all of his ambivalence and condemnation towards Gatsby. I think one of several reasons why the book read so college-age to me even though the characters are all (or mostly) technically older than that was because the way he relates to Gatsby has that vivid suddenness and love-hate intensity that friendships in college often do.
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IS IT ON AO3 AND IF NOT WHY NOT
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Yes! I found that I really couldn't put it down once I'd started reading, and part of that is watching Nick's view on Gatsby evolve in this interestingly layered way, where his current impressions of Gatsby are shading the way he remembers him when they first met. There's a lot there, that I wasn't expecting. Plus the vividness of place and prose are really excellent.
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You still get to have opinions!
I did not read this book for class in high school, but almost everyone else I knew was reading it for class in high school, so I read it while in high school and I remember enjoying it, although it is entirely possible that what I enjoyed at the time was the prose. Every now and then I think about re-reading it, and your review suggests that I just should.
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I think absolutely you're right it has a kind of college era feel about it -- Fitzgerald wrote it when he was 27 or 28 (BRAT) and Nick is the same age (hilariously, Fitzgerald regards thirty as the BEGINNING of middle age until he himself is past thirty-five) and I think all the main characters are in their middle or early 20s. It's set post-college, post-war, in the thick of the Boom, and among probably the 10 or 5 if not the 1%. You're also right it's pretty unusual for Daisy (and Jordan) to survive -- she's a shallow adultress! Myrtle, Gatsby and Wilson are all basically sacrificed to and for the rich, Daisy and Tom. (I love that moment when Tom insists on being shaken hands with and Nick just kind of disgustedly gives up, it would be like refusing to shake hands with a child.) "The rich" can't be touched, but in a way that's a terrible fate for them, too -- they'll never learn, change, they'll never have moral growth. In a lot of ways GG's about immaturity, and disillusionment -- there's that terrible (beautifully written) passage about "(Gatsby) must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is...." Fitzgerald is writing about the extravagance and decay of a generation, a whole social class, and America as a country, but also about his own loss of illusions about first love, success, "winning the girl," and his own marriage. It is one of the first great modern requiems for the American Dream (while pretty clear-eyed, for its time, about how hollow that Dream actually is). "But that's no matter -- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....And one fine morning -- " To me that's just absolutely devastating. Fitzgerald is perhaps one of the finest American writers on the emotional effects of loss and time -- maturity and disappointment.
and b) Gatsby wasn't Daisy's babydaddy. Or was he? I mean, obviously, there's a hundred years of literary criticism of this book that I've completely missed out on.
LOLLL I can fill you in on a bunch of it if you really want (you don't want, trust me). Like a lot of Fitzgerald's work, once you start looking at the internal chronology and geography, there's almost no consistent continuity and a shitload of errors. This happened largely because he didn't have that great an education despite prep school and Princeton (he basically flunked out) and actually wasn't terribly well read (not for that time -- he probably would be considered so NOW). Of his contemporaries Hemingway read far more widely and deeply, and Wolfe was the most highly educated of Perkins's famous stable, even with all the "wild mountain man" mystique crap. But Fitzgerald worked seriously at writing from a very young age on and as a result his mature style is almost flawless. But from the very start of his career, his books contained enormous howlers (FPA, the famous literary columnist of NYC in the day, invited people to contribute lists of the errors they found in This Side of Paradise) which Perkins didn't correct, because he wasn't a proofreader, and reprints of the books didn't include corrections Fitzgerald did make.
TL;DR birthdays are moveable feasts, peoples' ages bounce up and down, minor character names are not consistent....Gatsby's medal could not have been engraved, and as Hemingway famously joked, "There are no salmon in Lake Superior" (and as Ring Lardner pointed out, no tides either -- Fitzgerald did change that one to "wind"). This actually can work to his advantage in books like Gatsby and Tender is the Night, which have an atmosphere of hazy glamour built on pretenses and lies -- is Gatsby's medal real? In the text the actual medal is still ambiguous (my edition of GG says Fitzgerald probably was thinking of the "Grand Officier de Danilo," "won by three Princetonians," but like most errors in his books, he came close, and nobody ever corrected the mistake). Did he really win it? Did he go to Princeton? Yes and no. And it doesn't matter in the end -- he's an artist creating himself, his own story. -- And truly a lot of it is just nitpicking. (Did I give a fuck when I first read the book when I was 12 or so about salmon in Lake Superior? No.) But the constant mistakes also harm the storylines, like the length of Gatsby's devotion and Daisy's faithlessness, and Dick's deterioration in Tender in the Night -- how Fitzgerald wants to show characterization with the passage of time.
Daisy and Tom were married in June 1919, and the next April (1920) Daisy had her daughter. So if her child is three in June 1922, she would have been born in early 1919, oops. Clearly at that particular time in society Daisy could not have been hugely pregnant or post-childbirth before she got married. So Pammy is two, not three, although her reported converation suggests an even older child, which also throws readers off. This also tracks with Fitzgerald's own life, which is the basis for Nick and Gatsby: he and Zelda were married April 3, 1920 and their only daughter was born October 26, 1921. And he put Zelda's words at her daughter's birth straight into his book as he did a lot of her behaviour and sayings -- "Isn't she smart -- she has the hiccups. I hope it's beautiful and a fool -- a beautiful little fool."
-- This complete tl;dr brought to you by my USELESS obsession with American Modernist lit, I have something like ten separate biographies of Fitzgerald! AMA
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But as you say, it almost works with this particular book's central premise, and in fact perhaps adds an extra layer to it - not all of it, but since the entire book is about Gatsby's life being a Jenga tower of lies, the fact that things don't all come together is thematically appropriate and in fact I occasionally wondered, as I was reading, if Nick was leaving things out, lying, or misrepresenting events to cast Gatsby and/or himself in a better light. By the end of the book I didn't think so, I mean not to the extent that it's the sort of book where you finish up with the realization that the narrator left out something huge that the reader was supposed to have picked up on. But it does add to the book's air of glazed unreliability.
You're also right it's pretty unusual for Daisy (and Jordan) to survive -- she's a shallow adultress! Myrtle, Gatsby and Wilson are all basically sacrificed to and for the rich, Daisy and Tom. (I love that moment when Tom insists on being shaken hands with and Nick just kind of disgustedly gives up, it would be like refusing to shake hands with a child.) "The rich" can't be touched, but in a way that's a terrible fate for them, too -- they'll never learn, change, they'll never have moral growth.
Yeah; I really liked how, in particular, it's apparent at the end of the book that Daisy ended just as she began, unwilling or unable to learn from any of the things that happened to her during the book. It's obvious from the start that Tom is that shallow, but you tend to want to see Daisy through Gatsby's adoration of her.
It does make me think that Gatsby dying at the point when he does, and in the way that he does, is perhaps the least interesting thing that could actually have happened to him at that point, when he's just come face to face with evidence that Daisy really is that blithe and shallow; she ran over a woman in the street and left her to die! I mean, on the one hand, it's obviously what the book was building up towards, but it also takes any choice about what to do from there on out (with Daisy, with the rest of his life) out of his hands.
But yeah - technically, they're past college age in the book, but I think they really read that way to modern eyes ... and maybe even to the eyes of Fitzgerald's contemporaries, given how often Nick reflects back on his college years as a sort of high point and molding experience for the next stage of his life.
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Oh no not just you, it's something many many critics have talked about in various ways. The saddest effect it had was, as his biographer says, that after his first book, Fitzgerald was stamped as someone very careless and superficial and that followed both his career and person around til the very end of his life. When the guy was careless about pretty much everything BUT writing. Max Perkins was a famously great editor who could whip books into structural shape, but apparently he didn't proofread at all, and Fitzgerald was really touchy about his spelling and formatting. (He didn't want the French in TITN italicized at all, for example.) In a way it's kind of dumb nitpicking, but the deeper problem is that like you say, once the reader kind of has a chance to absorb the mistakes in chronology it really knocks you out of the story. Which is just a damn shame, since his writing is so immersive.
the entire book is about Gatsby's life being a Jenga tower of lies
JENGA TOWER OF LIES <33
in fact I occasionally wondered, as I was reading, if Nick was leaving things out, lying, or misrepresenting events to cast Gatsby and/or himself in a better light. By the end of the book I didn't think so, I mean not to the extent that it's the sort of book where you finish up with the realization that the narrator left out something huge that the reader was supposed to have picked up on.
Oh yeah there's a lot of debate over whether or not Nick is an unreliable narrator, too. I think you're right that we're not supposed to think he is -- he's subjective and partial, but there's some stuff in the book that's almost just straight reporting, like Myrtle's death, Gatsby's death, Gatsby courting Daisy, &c &c. Of course the conceit is various people have told him stuff, but at that point his narrative voice and the authorial voice blend together. He's like Marlow in Heart of Darkness -- Fitzgerald was a big admirer of Conrad.
It does make me think that Gatsby dying at the point when he does, and in the way that he does, is perhaps the least interesting thing that could actually have happened to him at that point, when he's just come face to face with evidence that Daisy really is that blithe and shallow; she ran over a woman in the street and left her to die! I mean, on the one hand, it's obviously what the book was building up towards, but it also takes any choice about what to do from there on out (with Daisy, with the rest of his life) out of his hands.
Yeah, he would have to RADICALLY change (altho in fact Fitzgerald didn't really change when he found out about Zelda's affair, they just kept going -- what permanently changed their marriage was his illness). But Daisy is synonymous with Gatsby's dream of success (what is that, meotnymy?) and also the illusions of success in general and even the American Dream ideal of success, and Gatsby has spent literally about half his life worshiping her and trying to succeed in a way he thinks will win her back. And not only does Daisy kill Myrtle, but IIRC Tom is the one who passes on the lie to Wilson that it was Gatsby, so they're each responsible for the death of the others' lover. (It's such a patterned book, I love it.)
maybe even to the eyes of Fitzgerald's contemporaries, given how often Nick reflects back on his college years as a sort of high point and molding experience for the next stage of his life.
Yeah, for Fitzgerald the high point of his youth was Princeton (which he also lost, when he flunked out) and he met Zelda while he was in the army but he never got over, as they say, which mattered to him terribly all his life. (Hemingway, who did famously get over, thought this was extremely stupid. It's a good example of Fitzgerald's combined naivete and romanticism.) So he either glosses over or summarizes war service for his characters -- in his first novel there's like a two-page "interlude" which is supposed to substitute for the protagonist's combat experience! Nick's job, too, is vague and doesn't seem to take up much of his interest or time, and how Gatsby makes his money is never fully explained, like Heathcliff's wealth (although with Gatsby, again, the sense of confusion and illusion actually works). Fitzgerald often shows the corrupting side of idle luxury, but one of his biographers said he never really wrote about the details of work until his last, unfinished novel, about the famous Hollywood producer Irving Thalberg. Altho Fitzgerald himself was a very hard worker, all his life -- and I think he never worked harder than he did on this novel, he was really pushing himself and knew that he was accomplishing a great thing by doing so. (And so, naturellement, although it got great reviews, the sales flopped.)
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I think we do a disservice to a lot of classic literature by forcing teenagers to read certain books before they're really able to see/appreciate what the book is doing.