I've always been a sucker for romance books. Every time, even when they're predictable I still end up in tears. But I think the thing that got me about Gatsby, was how hauntingly true it was, whilst at the same time, being so romanticised it was almost unbelievable (Baz Luhrmann, you've done it again.)
I think it was eerily accurate as to the way we view people in our lives. Gatsby's love for Daisy Buchanan was tragic and beautiful all at once. His absolute dedication to her, his obsession with her reminded me so much of the silly crushes I've had over the years. I think it made it all the more real. The idea deep down it could still happen. The past could be re-written. That we can re-capture the moments we missed out on. That those we love will always find a way of coming back to us.
"There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice"
The symbolism of that green light at the end of Daisy's dock was almost too much for me. That Gatsby, or we even, will always reach out for more. Always reach out but never quite grasp it. Every time we feel like we get closer, our dreams slip away from us. Unfortunately we will never be satisfied with just loving and being loved. We always want more. The absolute significance of our past to the dream of our future.
"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 then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
I feel like there is so much more I could say. But alas, that quote is perfect enough as it is.
-Kate
