The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (obviously). A re-read: taut, complex, artistic, readable, perfect.
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I actually stole your copy from Smoore to read earlier this summer. I really liked it, but it left me with a feeling of emptiness, like a deep sadness. It was weird, but I liked the writing style and the way that Fitzgerald didn’t rely on dialogue to make the story really rich.
A superior piece of American fiction that shows us the failings of the “American Dream” through masterful characterization, as well as complex metaphor and symbolism–Rob; roberthyers.com
July 12, 2007 at 1:42 pm
The best sentences in Gatsby are concise philosophies of the human existence, but you don’t even notice until after you’ve turned the page.
July 12, 2007 at 2:08 pm
I actually stole your copy from Smoore to read earlier this summer. I really liked it, but it left me with a feeling of emptiness, like a deep sadness. It was weird, but I liked the writing style and the way that Fitzgerald didn’t rely on dialogue to make the story really rich.
July 15, 2007 at 2:12 am
A superior piece of American fiction that shows us the failings of the “American Dream” through masterful characterization, as well as complex metaphor and symbolism–Rob; roberthyers.com