Gatsby

As tepid reviews of the new film come crawling in, Andrew Sullivan rounds up some critics of the novel.

I’m the camp of people who think Gatsby (the novel) is brilliant.  Am I an unwitting misogynist?  I will say that Fitzgerald’s admission “I gave no account (and had no feeling about or knowledge of) the emotional relations between Gatsby and Daisy” makes sense to me as a writer.  As readers, we all have feelings about those emotional relations, but I do believe it’s very possible to view such integral characters through a glass, darkly.  For them to be fully realized, and not ever-receding expressions of one’s self, they almost have to be shrouded and respected as hard-to-know people.  These two people are perhaps uncommonly unknowable, even to their maker.  And that, of course, is the point.

Great Gatsby Video Game Lets You Party Like It’s 1929

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Every now and then, the highly esteemed Shawn Rosler drops something on my Facebook wall that amazes, confounds, and renders me generally useless with fanboy delight. Maybe it’s something about Noel Gallagher or Ken Burns. And maybe, just maybe, it’s a link to an old-school-NES-style game based on The Great Gatsby.

Earlier today, I Facebook-officially liked this text art Gatsby poster, mostly because of the sublime touch of the famous green light in an otherwise black-and-and-white homage.  Major points there in my book. Like Tom Buchanan at a West Egg tennis tournament, Shawn countered with this.