The Great Gatsby is a fantastic piece of literature. As soon as I read this book I fell in love with it; the plot, setting, characters, and everything else. The main reason I think as to why I took to this book so quickly was the fact that I found myself comparing myself with the narrator, Nick Carraway. We are both socially awkward with rusty people skills that are not often exercised. There is also the problem of people believing that we are good listeners, so they burden us with their problems.
Due to our similarities I, as Nick does, became rather attached to Gatsby and thought that his personality was ‘gorgeous’ (though personality was all I had to go on). Because of this attachment to a certain Mr Gatz, I also shared Nick’s dismissal of the Buchanans (and, by the end of the novel, Jordan too), along with sympathising with the Wilsons and the mourning of Gatsby.
The fact that so many people turned up to the Gatsby Mansion for his parties but only three turned up to his funeral breaks my heart. ‘They used to turn up by the dozen’ – yes they did Owl Eyes. But now there is no partying or fun involved, nobody cares. The innocents of society are broken by those who have control over the system. Those with hopes and dreams are crushed by those with money and power. Thankfully, nowadays those with dreams have a few more routes available to them than Gatsby did in the 20s. People are less likely to be ridiculed and more likely to be encouraged by others. Protect the innocent ones; they are now an endangered species. This book review turned slightly political towards the end but I feel like it needed to. This is the message that I got from reading The Great Gatsby and I think that it is a good one to remember.
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