Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes -- a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
(This passage is from the last page in The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald.)
The book ends with the narrator, Nick, staring off at the view which Gatsby had stared at for nights on end. The description is fantastic, though it makes me sad. I dislike the end of the book. Nick is rejected by his friends, who I never like in the first place and knew from the start would desert him. Gatsby is wrongfully murdered, and no-one comes to his funeral. How sad is that? I was depressed when I finished the book, to say the least. It goes to show that even if you have as many riches as you could possibly want, a massive house, and countless friends, that does not make you happy. Gatsby had everything except true friends. He was lonely, often depressed, and always thinking on the past. If you live in the past, then you have no future. He should have moved on, but his past was his undoing. The book is definitely well written, but I don't like it when the hero dies, especially for no good reason. Thus, I can not say it was a good book, but it was not bad either.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
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