A review by eogreen
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

5.0

Every few years I return to Fitzgerald and Gatsby. I find each time that I'm just as entranced as I was that first time reading. The novel is just so terribly beautiful.

This reading (winter 2009): the pathetic tragedy of Gatsby's love. How is it that he holds so tightly to his clearly useless love? Would I hold to a pathetic past like that? Don't we all?