I'm currently reading the Great Gatsby. I bought this book years ago but have yet to make my way past page 30. Finishing this book is not at the top of my value hierarchy, but I do intend to get to it. I could tell almost immediately that Fitzgerald subscribes to a proto-post modern philosophy. However, his writing is frequently beautiful. This quote, which was excerpted in God of Small Things, is what compelled me to buy the book in the first place:
"Gatsby turned out all right in the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men."
Wonderful rhetoric.
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