The Great Gatsby
The Great Gatsby is a novel written by F. Scott Fitzgerald and first published on 1925-04-10. The story takes place in a fictional region of Long Island, New York, USA during the roaring 20s with prohibition in full swing. The book follows Nick Carraway as he tries to learn more about his an eccentric millionaire neighbor, Jay Gatsby. Gatsby has a mysterious past, throws lavish parties, and has an obsession with a socialite named Daisy Buchanan who is married to another man.
I read this book because it's so commonly referred to as a wonderful and important book. I found it to be predicable and uninteresting.
I do not own this book, but I listened to it as an audio book.
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- On more than one occasion Fitzgerald wrote a line that impressed me with the word play.
- For a fair amount of the book, I was a bit bored. Rich people doing rich things is exciting at first, but it quickly becomes dull. In fact, a lot of the book seems to be about how boring life can be for rich people who have nothing to do but play all day.
- The car accident is highly contrived.
- Meyer Wolfsheim is a Jewish stereotype.
- The ending is a bit anti-climatic.
- I never really felt any connection to any of the characters, so I didn't care about any of them. Tom is a racist meathead, Daisy is flighty, neither of them care about each other or their daughter. Jay wastes his ill-gotten fortune on his own fantasies with no consideration for how his whimsical demands affect the people around him. Nick is the only person who isn't horrible, but even he's not that great because he spends all of his time helping out horrible people. Basically, the book reminded me of the Mad TV sketch, "Pretty White Kids With Problems."