A while ago I ordered this book online as it was ‘recommended’ by Bol.com, based on the contents of my shoppingbasket. I immediately recognized the title ‘the great gatsby’ as the movie Leonardo DiCaprio played in with these great lavendish decors and scenery. I knew it took place in the roaring twenties, a decade of my interest.
And when I was a wedding designer many brides were inspired by the decade, in love with the elegant class, timeless fashion, pearls and diamonds, huge parties and get-togethers.
I even had a pinterest pinning-board named ‘the great gatsby’ where I hoarded tons and tons of weddingpictures with this theme. But as for the movie or the book, I had never seen or read the story.
So with this gorgeous imagery in mind (and the offer of only 4,99) I went ahead and added it to my shopping cart. As soon as the package arrived I opened up the book and started reading. While I was expecting to be swept away into a world of glamour, listening to 20’s music playing in the background of my mind, I had a rude awakening. This book was not the easy reading experience I had thought, instead I had to struggle to follow the story properly.
I found myself opening up the dictionary two-three times a page(!) trying to understand what the writer is writing about! I was lost in all of the adjectives, symmalies and metaphors the writer came up with. Things like “the late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the Mediterranean”. What is blue honey, what does that look like, what do you mean?
“While his station-wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains.” Trains? I thought we were talking about cars,...? “moving her hands like Frisco”.. Who’s Frisco? And what does he do with hands hands in dancing? Oh dear..
And then there were words like: “we got gypped out”, “toiled all day”, “with prodigality”, “who weave here and there”, “in trembling opal” and “the erroneous news “.
I love the English language and I consider myself to be capable of understanding it, but with this book my head was spinning. It took away all of my pleasure in reading and replaced it with frustration.
I have yet to finish the book and I don’t even know if I ever will. I would not reccomand it to anyone else unless you have enormous confidence in your language-skills and imagination. I for one, was gutted and had rather sticked to my own glamorous ideas of the era, and not the struggling portrait of F. Scott Fitzgeralds.