The Great Gatsby

I remember reading the book The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald in high school as part of a standard curriculum reading list. I read it grudgingly and didn’t enjoy it. I could never understand what the hoop-la was about and why it was so reputed and renown. Little did I realise that the whole premise of the book had gone straight over my head like a Boeing 747. Oops! I missed the point completely. Luckily I had the sense as an adult to reread the book without prejudice and to enjoy it the limelight that it so deserves.

Gatsby is a self-made man. A man of colossal dreams with a mastery of grand illusion. He is such an illusive man. His life  history is unknown and his current enigmatic reputation have fuelled such wild rumours that he has almost become an urban myth. Living in self-imposed reclusiveness in his grandiose mansion, he throws massive parties that attract the entire population of New York. Yet he himself is unknown to most. He lives an incorruptible dream and pays the ultimate price of trying to make that dream a reality.  However more than anything this novella is a critique of society, the perceived power of money and status and the Great American Dream. Set in opulent Long Island & New York in the ‘Roaring 1920s, this novel truly is exquisite.

The Times is quoted as saying , The Great Gatsby is “one of the  greatest works of American literature….a timeless evocation of the allure,corruptions and carelessness of wealth”.

The classic novel has been interpreted for film on several occasions. The most recent of which was Baz Luhrmann’s lavish, big screen spectacular.