The Great Gatsby is a worldwide loved classical book. It promotes love and equality whilst set in the Jazz Age. Fitzgerald portrays this in a minimalistic way with discreet lessons embedded within the novel. Daisy, the main female character, is married to sportsman Tom Buchannan. They share a daughter Pammy. The book is written in Daisy’s distant cousin, Nick Carroway’s perspective. It recalls the events in which turned him from sane, to damaged. Nick moves house in his youth, next door to the mysterious Gatsby. Theses two houses are situated on a large stretch of water across from the glamourous Daisy. It recalls the days of the war where Daisy first met Jay Gatsby. They were previously lovers, but when the war actually struck, he was sent away to fight. He wrote to Daisy telling her that he was going to make something of himself and will not return until then. Daisy became impatient with the pressure of marriage from a wealthy Tom Buchanan, and they finally married. The story reflects on how these changes adapted everybody’s lives and what the return of the jaw dropping Gatsby will do.
This is my favourite single book ever written. The sophisticated writing that really emphasises the strong storyline, encourages the reader to feel at one with the book. Fitzgerald’s way with words helps you to develop varied opinions about characters which can change juristically. I love the character of Jay Gatsby, his compassion for the welfare of Daisy and what he does to experience her love again is a typical fairy tale approach, but seems real. This books is great for all ages, but a more adapted mind to older literature will help to truly appreciate the morals and thoughts that Fitzgerald creates.
10/10 overall performance, I have nothing to fault with this book, I recommend it to everyone and hope that everybody reads this and can appreciate the magic that this ejects.
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning–
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
Until next time,