by F. Scott Fitzgerald
A Review by Christopher Bradley
(c)2004
The Great Gatsby is a Cindarella story gone wrong told in the tail end of the Great Depression just after world war two. The story begins with the introduction of a young Bachelor named Nick who moves in to live in and amongst the rich on Long Island Sound. He finds himself in the midst of all forms of celebrity and debutante in the infamous parties held in Gatsby's house.
It is an interesting note, that Gatsby, while suspected of taking large sums of Nazi money to support these activities here in the united states, was still particularly fond of books, having a large collection in a personal library. This is the one element that begins to take shape to define him as more than a man to be scrutinized, as Nick attempts to do. Nick is curious to know if Gatsby really was an Oxford scholar.
A love story begins to develop between Gatsby and a woman named Daisy, or should we say every man and Daisy. She is the most desireable woman among those in the Sound, and she is purported to have married for money rather than love.
There are many drunken revelries, and a few relaxations in the shade of Gatsby's house, where his lawn is perfectly cut, near the pool, which had never been used that summer.
There are complexities that defy the human imagination at some points, and the writing is so smooth and effortless that if you are in the quiet, the storytelling seems like watching television.
The book was incredible and I will save the color and irridescence of the whole conclusion of the story for you to find out for yourself, how the crescendo blessess us with a damning truth.
Bring forth the pastels, the paisley's and the pinstripes, we're going to town.