Monthly Archives: May 2013

The Pretty Okay Gatsby

For me, at least, the most anticipated summer movie is one that takes me back to high school English class. I refer, of course, to Star Trek Into Darkness, since I spent much of that class drawing schematics for my starship (the USS Siegfried; I was also into Wagner) and not much time paying attention to the ramblings of Mr. Benedict. But I dimly recall that I also read The Great Gatsby at some point.

Gatsby_1925_jacketMy memory is in fact so dim that I recently had to go read the Wikipedia plot summary, after being asked what it was about and failing to give a very satisfactory response. (“Uh, there’s this rich guy named Gatsby? And he’s in love with Daisy, but she’s old money and he made all his money bootlegging and it ends badly somehow. And it all shows that the American dream is an empty pursuit.”) But I do recall that the experience of reading it left me a bit cold, and I wondered what all the fuss was about. Why do so many people consider it the Great American Novel? Is it because it has “Great” in the title, like the time the cheesecake named “Best In Show” won the office dessert contest?

So, I enjoyed this spectacular piece of contrarianism at New York magazine arguing thus:

I find Gatsby aesthetically overrated, psychologically vacant, and morally complacent; I think we kid ourselves about the lessons it contains. None of this would matter much to me if Gatsby were not also sacrosanct. Books being borderline irrelevant in America, one is generally free to dislike them—but not this book. So since we find ourselves, as we cyclically do here, in the middle of another massive Gatsby ­recrudescence, allow me to file a minority report.

It goes on from there to make a strong case, and I recommend reading the whole thing. However, although I have a lot of sympathy with the Gatsby skeptics, I don’t know if I can fully sign on to this position. The problem is that, as stated, I was not totally engaged with the material at the time that I read it. On top of that my understanding of literature at age 16 was almost non-existent, so Fitzgerald’s symbolism went totally over my head even though it seems ham-handed when described now. (My over-literal approach to the humanities was perhaps not the only autism-spectrum marker I displayed as a teenager–see also the aforementioned starship schematics–but it got better with time.) So maybe I just didn’t get the full experience. I should probably revisit it now, with my improved critical faculties and perhaps my experience living in New York among wealthy finance types providing additional color. On the other hand, the author of the piece linked above read it five times (above and beyond the call of duty, it seems to me), and it didn’t seem to help.

So I’ll put it on my reading list and get back to you. Meanwhile, I think I’ll see the movie as well: Baz Luhrmann actually seems like a good fit for Gatsby, with the caveat that I actually haven’t seen any of his movies. And one day I’ll get around to finishing the book that I would pick as the true Great American Novel: Moby Dick. It blew my mind when I started reading it–so much so that I resolved to read the full version while the rest of the class was reading some abridgement at half the length. Unfortunately I didn’t account for the fact that this would mean 80 pages a night–80 pages of Melville (Sterling Archer is right that he’s not an easy read)–and abandoned the project entirely. Later, Mr. Benedict spoiled the ending for me by insisting on discussing it in class. Damn you, Benedict. See if I put an English classroom on the USS Siegfried now.

Yes, this is the default WordPress theme

Because sometimes, you want to write something about The Great Gatsby, but it’s too long to fit into a Facebook post. But your abandoned blog is using some archaic version of Movable Type that’s probably vulnerable to all sorts of exploits, and your account is literally over hard drive quota because the error log is too large. And your web host has a link to install a recent-ish version of WordPress with one click…

Sure, it annihilates the old layout, but it was mainly a lot of broken links to shit you were into ten years ago. And, ok, the formatting didn’t import perfectly, but the old posts and comments are still there. Maybe you can even take the opportunity to delete that post about how Mitt Romney was going to beat Obama in 2012. (In my defense, that was before Nate Silver had run his model.)

Anyway, I’ll customize the layout later, but right now I had this thing I wanted to write about Gatsby.