The Great Gatsby

[Anonymous No.15033138]

Can we discuss this book? I don’t read much at all but I read this a couple days ago and enjoyed it quite a bit. I never read it in high school, never needed to, so perhaps you guys might have a different outlook.

Any other books similar to it? I love the opulent setting and the more realistic look at the rich.

[Anonymous No.15033151]

>>15033138
it bad

[Anonymous No.15033217]

>>15033138
Wanted to ask if it's worth reading, but looks like it's barely over 200 pages, so I might just do. I've always thought it was like 5 times longer than that for some reason.

[Anonymous No.15033246]

>>15033217
I certainly enjoyed it. There’s a lot of detail and room for interpretation despite it being such a short book. It really puts a picture in your head too.

[Anonymous No.15033323]

Baby's first modernist novel

[Anonymous No.15033329]

>>15033138
The book is like one long beautiful prose poem. This particular passage gives me chills:

>And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to
the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded
on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point
I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from
the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in
uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses
into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his
name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby
who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful
gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him,
some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he
were related to one of those intricate machines that register
earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness
had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which
is dignified under the name of the ‘creative temperament’—
it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness
such as I have never found in any other person and which
it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—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 shortwinded elations of men.

[Anonymous No.15033333]

>>15033246
What I expect the most is deep and soulful disclosure of the topic of the desire to live in your past, especially concerning love. I watched the movie long ago and really liked it, in particular because of that scene where the dialogue goes something like "-But you can't just keep living in your past. -Oh, but of course you can." Got me REALLY hooked.

[Anonymous No.15033348]

>>15033138
This particular passage gives me chills

>And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the ‘creative temperament’— it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—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 shortwinded elations of men.

[Anonymous No.15033451]

>>15033333
Checked