I noticed the particular beauty of its conclusion. After the whole doomed scenario has played out, Nick looks once again across the waters of the Sound:About the novel - that work is widely considered to be one of the quintessential examples of the Great American Novel, and is ranked second in a list of the 100 Best Novels of the 20th Century. Fitzgerald was a master stylist, and crafted his tales in a unique fashion. "Literary opinion makers were reluctant to accord Fitzgerald full marks as a serious craftsman. His reputation as a drinker inspired the myth that he was an irresponsible writer; yet he was a painstaking reviser whose fiction went through layers of drafts. Fitzgerald’s clear, lyrical, colorful, witty style evoked the emotions associated with time and place."
Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes--a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an æsthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic 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----
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Evocative. Poetic. Perfect. Too good, in fact, for the "intermediate level" readers of the Macmillan Reader edition of the novel, as "retold by Margaret Tarner."*
Read her closing words:
Gatsby had believed in his dream. He had followed it and nearly made it come true.
Everybody has a dream. And, like Gatsby, we must all follow our dream wherever it takes us.
Some unpleasant people became part of Gatsby's dream. But he cannot be blamed for that. Gatsby was a success, in the end, wasn't he?
And so, knowing all that about this singular writer and his incomparable novel, who would try to rewrite Gatsby? A novel is more than just the journalistic recording of a story, it is about the craft and artistry and singular voice by which the novel is rendered.
"I learn that the Margaret Tarner "retelling" employs an Intermediate Level vocabulary of "about 1,600 basic words." Upper Level students can feast on 2,200 basic words.There is a place for style, for artistry. I love looking at how novels are started. Consider the difference between "I am a lonely sailor" and "Call me Ishmael." Contrast "It was a cold, hard winter" versus "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." Literary prose is more than just the telling of a story, it is also how that story is told.
There are so many things I want to say about this that even an Upper Level vocabulary may prove inadequate.
The first is: There is no purpose in "reading" The Great Gatsby unless you actually read it. Fitzgerald's novel is not about a story. It is about how the story is told. Its poetry, its message, its evocation of Gatsby's lost American dream, is expressed in Fitzgerald's style--in the precise words he chose to write what some consider the great American novel. Unless you have read them, you have not read the book at all. You have been imprisoned in an educational system that cheats and insults you by inflicting a barbaric dumbing-down process. You are left with the impression of having read a book, and may never feel you need return for a closer look.
We were talking about this among ourselves recently, noting that readers are smart and don't need nearly as much hand-holding to understand a story as you might think. Part of the brilliance of the original Star Wars novel (which we now know as Episode Four, A New Hope) was how George Lucas plopped us right in the middle of a much larger story without explaining all the back story. Lucas (and his ghost writer for that novel, Alan Dean Foster) introduced the desert planet of Tatooine and its binary stars. It was not necessary to detail all the history leading up to that moment. Without prologue, Lucas started right off with a fleeing cruiser being attacked by a pursuing Imperial Star Destroyer. In the first five pages, he introduces the two droids, the massive Dark Lord of the Sith, and the mysterious Princess.
It is enough. We're hooked. And if you can cultivate the unique voice of an F. Scott Fitzgerald, you not only have the events of the story, but also the artisty of the author and his prose. Tell your own story. Develop your own voice.
* I'm as quick as any to point out the need to be aware of one's audience, and context is important. Roger amended his post to reflect that Tarner's book was written for students of English as a second language. He adds "If it is, my question would be: Why not have ESL learners begin with Young Adult novels? Why not write books with a simplified vocabulary? Why eviscerate Fitzgerald? Why give a false impression of Jay Gatsby?" Fair question.