“Gatsby Believed In The Green Light”
“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 — to-morrow 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.”
With all the ongoing, seemingly never ending “bad news cycle” that occurs on a daily, if not hourly basis, I have found myself returning to my first love: Art.
In all of its permutations. Creativity, and the poignant bitter sweetness of life that it can convey. Art changes the world; or at least it has the potential to.
My all time favorite American novel is “The Great Gatsby” and I first read it as an impressionable young teenage girl. I remember how an English Professor of mine once said that it’s always very interesting and a worthwhile endeavor to “revisit” a favorite piece of literature, read initially for the first time when young, to then re-read as an older adult and to see if any of the initial impressions and reactions/responses to the work had changed, if at all.
I recently did this with “The Great Gatsby” and it does not disappoint, at all.
If anything, it is even more resonant, more powerful, and ultimately, more sad
