The Roaring Twenties are in full swing, but Nick Carraway is not as enamored with life as some of his friends. He has just moved from Minnesota to New York, specifically the unpopular area of the nouveau riche of Long Island, West Egg, where he is renting a house next to a very mysterious young man. Jay Gatsby throws parties every Saturday, grand affairs filled with people, but as Nick gets to know him better along with his friends - Tom and Daisy - he learns that the face one presents to the world is not always the truth of one's heart. The past is not all roses no matter how we may wish it to be, dreams will not win over reality, and the American dream is not all glitter and gold.
A lot of people challenged this book - and still challenge it - when it first came out, citing language, sexual components, and violence, but I cannot help but wonder if it wasn't actually the way The Great Gatsby portrayed the American dream. No patriot likes criticism of the great and glorious Land of the Free. As it is, I could only find a couple of religious organizations and one college (also with religious affiliations) that actually banned the book. These days, people normally complain about The Great Gatsby because "terrible themes and problematic romantic portrayals." That's... that's literally the entire point of the book. The people being portrayed are not good people, they make horrible decisions, and then they have to suffer the consequences of their actions. They aren't heroes. They are just people who let money, social status, and desire take over their common sense.
Three things I like about this book: For better and worse, these people are very realistic and relatable. Our narrator - Nick - is a little unreliable because while he tries to remain ambivalent, the world of the Great Gatsby appeals to him, and he has to fight against his head and his desires. Gatsby is a jerk, and yet there is something undeniably sad about him that makes me interested in his story despite his jerkiness.
Three things I did not like about this book: Sometimes the style of the writing made it difficult to follow and understand. The entire book - well, the twenty's in general - is just so depressing. (Yeah, I know, that's the point, but I'm not used to reading tragedies.) Pretty much all of the characters are unlikeable despite how intriguing they are. (Again, the point, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.)
This is not a book I look forward to reading again, but I'd strongly recommend it to anyone (keeping in mind it does have some violence, language, referenced but not graphic sex, and deep social commentary). It is truly a classic that is worthy of its place among the classics.