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After watching the very theatrical and dramatic trailer of The Great Gatsby on YouTube recently,I fished out my copy of the book that I last read at least 20 years ago. I didnt think it was particularly fantastic at the time; or maybe the subtleties and vague insinuations of evil and tragedy were lost on my teenaged brain. So I decided to give it another shot. Alas,I still find it contrived good in parts but nowhere near the earth-shattering masterpiece that many literary luminaries of our times have declared it to be. But we can be sure that Leonardo Di Caprio as Jay Gatsby and Carey Mulligan as Daisy Buchanan will renew interest in F Scott Fitzgeralds devastating story of moral decay.
Although,a lot of what was shocking in 1925 ceases to be in 2013. But classics are defined as classics for a reason and by and large all the certified greats are usually outstanding reads. But theres no accounting for a readers subjective opinion. Fitzgeralds contemporaries such as Ernest Hemingway and TS Eliot gave it an enthusiastic thumbs-up,but sales were lacklustre and reviews were tepid at the time. It was only in the 50s,a couple of decades after its publication,that The Great Gatsby really caught on.
The ethics of publishing have changed and so have marketing tactics. Authors now have to contend with fake likes and planted reviews on social media cleverly posted with the intention of manipulating public opinion. But I firmly believe you cant keep a good book down. It will find readers,eventually,just like The Great Gatsby did. Many of us give into expectations of what we should be reading trendy titles,mind-altering and mood-lifting even,horror of horrors,socially conscious reads. If you even have any feelings of should regarding a book,chances are itll sink to the bottom of your pile,never to be retrieved. The book becomes a tiresome chore,a little like how we feel we should exercise more and eat less sweets.
I can only speak for myself: I have freed myself of any list and choose my books whimsically,based on my mood. I read only and solely for pleasure. I have decided life is too short to waste time on any title thats boring me after the 10th page. I merrily abandon books midway or sometimes skip entire chapters. (Tip: insomniacs should pick up a copy of Hilary Mantels Wolf Hall. It works better than any sleeping pill ever invented.) I dont read non-fiction or biographies about exceptional individuals and their fortitude followed by success and self-realisation. They just end up making me feel bad about myself. Im sure Im missing out by limiting myself to copious amounts of crime fiction,graphic novels,comics and similar escapist reading. At some point,I will address the several skeletons on my bookshelf. Before I die,I swear Ill try George Orwells Nineteen Eighty Four one last time. hutkayfilms@gmail.com
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