Running for Your Life: “Gatsby” Gulch

Suddenly, everywhere you look, there are writings about F. Scott Fitzgerald, and most prominently, “The Great Gatsby.”

My first brush with “Gatsby” was in Grade Nine English class. It was the singular most important novel of the curriculum.

A nonreader, I confess I didn’t get it. I mean what the hubbub was about.

What it was in there for a kid attending a small high school in a marine-based town that the modern economy had forgot, where the scourge of New York style capitalism would somehow speak to my heart, is lost on me.

“Old Yeller” would be more like it.

Anyway, now, we’re tipping into the 2020s, a hundred years after the “Gatsby” decade, and man are we getting our fill.

In a recent London Review of Books, a piece by Alex Harvey looks at “Paradise Lost,” a new biography by David S. Brown published by Harvard U., and Scribner’s “‘I’d Die for You’ and Other Lost Stories” by FSF himself.

Here’s a beauty from Harvey review: “The dominant tone is [Fitzgerald’s] work becomes promise unfulfilled, human waste, the inevitable slide toward ruin.”

Frank Rich in New York magazine, quoting “Behold, America,” a new nonfiction book by Sarah Churchwell, reminds us that the plutocratic villain in “Gatsby,” Tom Buchanan, is a white supremacist prone to observations like “if we don’t look out the white race will be … utterly submerged” and “It’s up to us who are the dominant race to watch out or these other races will have control of things.”

Fitzgerald delivers as the storyteller, the sensitive artist aware of the soulless horror in which she finds herself.

Why “The Great Gatsby” is the classic, we’re reminded in this treatise of human failure, delusion not illusion. In Fitz’s case, a race to the grave. (He died in Hollywood, suffered the fate of a barely attended funeral … in 1940 he wrote, Hollywood “was a dump, in the human sense of the word. Everywhere there is … either corruption or indifference.”) When life masks are seen by those with artistic sight, the illusion of something richer, better, utopian is revealed for what it is: a toxic lie.

Here is what could be the path. Fitzgeraldian stories that in a dramatic telling reveal, describe the cesspool that is our emotional capital – that we are doomed in Fitzgerald to live hard, die young, leave a good-looking corpse; in O’Connor we feel a monastic-style tone, alive to the wonder of human drama, adventure, excitement to be one that comes from loves remembered, triumphs recalled, dreams to be fulfilled as dreams, not through some VR stunt or video game prowess but through the as-yet untapped potential of the human brain.

What does the modern-day Gatsby reach for? What desperate rite do we expose: the retelling of “The Great Gatsby” 100 years after? That Hollywood destroys thought, emotion, the novel?

And Rich ends his piece with this: Two years after “Gatsby” was published to disappointing reviews and sales, budding real estate developer Fred Trump would be arrested at a Ku Klux Klan riot, not far from Tom Buchanan’s home in Fitzgerald’s fictional Long Island enclave or East Egg.

“Old Yeller,” anyone?

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1 comments:

Frederick said...

Was it really Grade 9 that we studied "The Greasy Gatsby" (as we referred to it then)? I would swear that it was part of Ms. Elford's literature course (Grade 12), along with Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath and Sinclair Lewis' Babbitt, all dealing with America in the seminal decades of the 1920s and 1930s. It was a university level course though we didn't know that at the time, which explains the long reading list. I confess that I have copies of many of the novels from that course still in my library. And that I have the Baz Luhrman production of The Great Gatsby (starring Leonardo DiCaprio) on DVD which I acquired at a church rummage sale for $1.

What I remember from Grade 9 English was Rosemary Sutcliff's Eagle of the Ninth, and Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew.

I think the overall theme of MS. Elford's course was the Ideal Society, as I recall that was the theme of the essay we were to submit. I received 48/50 on that essay and still have it in my archives, as a reminder that one's mindset as an adolescent should never be the basis for a society - looking back I can easily see the naivety in my "utopia."

The notion of promise unfulfilled brings to mind a quote from Robert Browning: "Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?"

For me, the prime quote from The Great Gatsby comes on the third page before the end: "I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy - they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made...."

How appropriate and prescient, given the state of the environment and humanity at present.

(I just noticed that my copy of the Great Gatsby has a West Hill Secondary School stamp on it and the names of Donna Welch, Peter Kindrat (who was with us at Dufferin Prison... er Public School), and Creighton Taylor on the loan stamp inside the cover - and that they were all in 4th year (Grade 12) when they studied the book.)