Nick Carraway’s decadent but mysterious neighbour Jay Gatsby holds frequent elaborate party and seems to be a man of extensive wealth with not much too him. But something’s different about Gatsby. He seems strangely captivated by a green light across the river, and when he starts to open to Nick and ask for his help, it’s suddenly clear that his motives are much more simple, more pure, than anyone could have expected.
“The loneliest moment in someone life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all the can do is stare blankly.”
Let me just start this of by saying that the language was absolutely beautiful. It’s a cliche, I know, but you can’t help but marvel at the thinks that F. Scott Fitzgerald thinks up. I remember reading a line towards the beginning of the book that went something like, “Her nose bled fluently”, and thinking, God it’d be great if I could use that in an English exam or something.
This is a classic, in case you didn’t already know (and if you didn’t, have you been living under a rock the past few years?). It was written around the 1920s or 30s and so the language used is a little different to nowadays, more posh, as some people will put it. Perhaps you have to concentrate a little more on what’s being said, but don’t let that put you off. It’s really not that hard to read a classic, and this one in particular has and fantastic and enthralling story, with intriguing characters, a lot of whom are severely mean and unlikeable, but some you can’t help but love, especially Gatsby.
I personally haven’t read a lot of classics, but I think this one was a good introduction. I adore the story of Gatsby, the simplicity and tragedy of it all. Sometimes there are small sections where you get lost in the language and have to go back to take it all in, but overall the writing was brilliantly poignant, and I’m going to give it a 4/5 stars, leaning more towards a five star rating.