‘So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.’
Mark is reading The Great Gatsby for the first time. Now I want to read it again too. It never seemed like a period piece, but when I first read it twelve years ago, Gatsby’s world was far-removed. After five years in Silicon Alley, it’s immediate. Parties where no one knows the host. Self-invented men with mysterious money. Lots of observers, and lots of hangers-on. And careless people, like Tom and Daisy, who smash things up and retreat back into their money.
‘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- ‘