This message is in MIME format. Since your mail reader does not understand this format, some or all of this message may not be legible. ------_=_NextPart_001_01BF4BE5.C3B8E894 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" > At 8:09 AM -0600 on 12/18/1999, you wrote: > > "Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year > recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter -- tomorrow we will > run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning -- > "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back > ceaselessly into the past." Across a great prairie field by my office building is a blue light that blinks slowly, continuously through the evening hours. On those winter evenings when it gets dark around 4pm, I will look out the window and see that light, beckoning to me. It's not the beacon, symbolizing my lost love or anything. It just makes me want to get the heck out of the office and get home. Just about as strong a pull as you can get. Seriously, Gatsby is my very favorite book. The quintessential 20th century novel for a society whose values are so skewed, destroying its members just as surely as any deliberate machination. Gatsby the good, so tragic and so flawed. (As to an earlier discussion this week, the movie Great Gatsby is extremely well done. When I first saw that Robert Redford would play Jay Gatsby, I was predisposed to hate it, but he finds the secret of Gatsby's melancholy and somehow manages to portray it onscreen. This movie ranks among my favorites as well.) I love how you have to read the book and wonder how much of it is true and how much of it is how Nick wants to present it. (That whole concept of the unreliable narrator that I love to beat to death around here.) The mark of a truly great book, I think, is how often you think about it after you've put it away. The blue light across the prairie field is one example-- another is the billboard with glasses. I wonder if Veld Vision centers knows how disconcerting its billboards are to me? Gatsby echoes within me. I think about that light and a lone man standing on a pier, and I thank God that there ever was a Scott Fitzgerald. Regards, Cecilia. ObSal: Interesting how Buddy states that _The Great Gatsby_ was his _Huck Finn_. The unreliable narrator tells you at the very beginning just how unreliable he is with that little clue. ------_=_NextPart_001_01BF4BE5.C3B8E894 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 3.2//EN">
> At 8:09 AM -0600 on 12/18/1999, you =
wrote:
>
> "Gatsby believed in the green light, the =
orgiastic future that year by year
> recedes before us. It eluded us then, but =
that's no matter -- tomorrow we will
> run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... =
And one fine morning --
> "So we beat on, =
boats against the current, borne back
> ceaselessly into the past."
Across a great prairie field by my office building is = a blue light that blinks slowly, continuously through the evening = hours. On those winter evenings when it gets dark around 4pm, I = will look out the window and see that light, beckoning to me. = It's not the beacon, symbolizing my lost love or anything. It = just makes me want to get the heck out of the office and get = home.
Just about as strong a pull as you can get.
Seriously, Gatsby is my very favorite book. The = quintessential 20th century novel for a society whose values are so = skewed, destroying its members just as surely as any deliberate = machination. Gatsby the good, so tragic and so flawed. (As = to an earlier discussion this week, the movie Great Gatsby is extremely = well done. When I first saw that Robert Redford would play Jay = Gatsby, I was predisposed to hate it, but he finds the secret of = Gatsby's melancholy and somehow manages to portray it onscreen. = This movie ranks among my favorites as well.)
I love how you have to read the book and wonder how = much of it is true and how much of it is how Nick wants to present = it. (That whole concept of the unreliable narrator that I love to = beat to death around here.)
The mark of a truly great book, I think, is how often = you think about it after you've put it away. The blue light = across the prairie field is one example-- another is the billboard with = glasses. I wonder if Veld Vision centers knows how disconcerting = its billboards are to me? Gatsby echoes within me. I think = about that light and a lone man standing on a pier, and I thank God = that there ever was a Scott Fitzgerald.
Regards,
Cecilia.
ObSal: Interesting how Buddy states that _The = Great Gatsby_ was his _Huck Finn_. The unreliable narrator tells = you at the very beginning just how unreliable he is with that little = clue.
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