As everyone is well aware, The Great Gatsby has recently been released in theaters and as a result has been the subject of quite a bit of talk. Undoubtedly, this has caused many people to pick up a copy of the original book, hoping that the movie will stay true to its words. While I have yet to see the film, I did recently finish the book. Honestly, my thoughts are a bit jumbled at this point as I am suffering from what I like to call a “book hangover”, which, in this instance, means that I feel as though I am in Gatsby’s mansion back in the twenties rather than my suburban home in 2013.
Despite my book hangover, I feel that I should share my thoughts, however murky, on Gatsby. First of all, I am in no way questioning the literary value of Fitzgerald’s work, but I did find it to have a strange quality about it. It felt that he wrote in primarily metaphors and at the beginning it was difficult to understand. By the second chapter, I was able to comprehend the author’s style without a problem, but I still found myself questioning the plot. I felt that the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby was not nearly as well-developed as I would have liked it to be and honestly, Gatsby and the narrator, Nick, were the only two characters I could stand. I absolutely hated Tom, but I gather that Fitzgerald was aiming at this, and I know that I am supposed to admire the lovely Daisy, but I really just found her dim-witted and weak. Again, this is most likely what the author intended, but it frustrated me just the same. Overall, I did enjoy the book, even with my dislike of most of its characters. I found it to contain a fascinating plot, written exquisitely by a masterful author. Now I can justify my claims to be a fan of Fitzgerald’s writing and I do not feel like a fake for pinning many of his quotes on Pinterest. I highly recommend this book as a quick and intriguing read. As Jay Gatsby might say, “Give it a try, old sport!”