Day 15 – A Book That Was Published Before You Were Born
Well there were a lot of books published before I was born in 1997 but I get this idea. I’m going to pick a book I actually enjoyed form before I was born and that just happens to be one of the great classics of the twentieth century.
A book that was published before I was born is The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald first published in 1925.
I hated The Great Gatsby the first time I read it. And the second time. And the third. But at some point along the way I started to love it. I loved the extravagance and the exaggeration of the story. I don’t know what changed in me to have such a change of heart towards the book but the more I understood the book and the characters, the more I fell in love with the story.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
I should mention that the reason I was even introduced to the book was through higher English at school where we were studying it to use it as a text for our exam. I could honestly recite that book back word for word. I pulled my preliminary grade from a D to an A and I fully believe it was because I found such a deep passion for this book. You do better at the things that you love and enjoy.
The roaring 20s were was such an extravagant time despite the prohibition. The Jazz Age was in full swing, the parties were wild and morals were loose.
Nick is an unreliable narrator and he believes that he is better than those that he associates himself with but we can see so plainly that he is a hypocrite. The Buchanans are horrible people and deserve each other.
Our main character, Jay Gatsby, is such a flawed character, our tragic hero. He built his empire on the basis of a love of a beautiful girl. His fatal flaw was that he was unable to distinguish between the illusion of love and the reality. He is the embodiment of the American dream, dragging himself from nothing and finding everything money can buy at the tips of his fingers.
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short
There is so much symbolism throughout the book made flesh in such beautiful words. It is a book that takes time to appreciate, I don’t believe you can appreciate its worth after just a single read though.
I fell in love so madly with this book, it was my chosen first tattoo. Four years on and I don’t regret it at all.