My favorite book is The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. What’s yours?
Considered to be Fitzgerald’s magnum opus, The Great Gatsby explores themes of decadence, idealism, resistance to change, social upheaval, and excess, creating a portrait of the Roaring Twenties. It’s lauded as a cautionary tale regarding the American Dream. Maybe it’s truth for today.
Apparently Fitzgerald’s great book sold poorly-only 20,000 copies, which would be a stupendous lifetime achievement for my three books aggregate…it would be huge. But I digress.
I’ve aspired to his prose, lyric, deadly, and straight-to-purpose, but don’t think I’ll get there in this lifetime. Orgiastic and as deep as the water his character, Gatsby, gazed across.
- Perhaps I don’t drink enough.
- Scotch, with or without the water.
- Perhaps I don’t dance enough or spend money like water, richly upon rich.
- Perhaps I don’t have a muse like Zelda, crazy, pampered, and footloose free.
- No Temperance movement to spur me on with worry for one’s country’s course…
No wait, I have a Trumposhere looming on the horizon across the span of a country that he would make great, but may gut. I wish I believed in a red light, someone, something, anythings to stop him, as he seems to bear our lifeboats into the past, with what was great re the rearview mirror. I fear this man at the helm. Truth is amorphous in his hands.
Fitzgerald repaired to the French Riviera to complete, revise, rewrite The Great Gatsby. Perhaps I should vamoose as well. In what places do you find the green light, Constant Reader?
In whom or what do you hope?
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