Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:She was merely slumming it with Gatsby back in the day. A proper high caste girl briefly rebelling, nothing more. Low class gangster Gatsby was deluded and desperate for it to be more.
It's like middle class kids who go to an Ivy or even a public U full of rich kids like UVA and party with and even hook up with rich kids. They think they're really "in" with the rich kids. But after graduation those "friendships" almost immediately fade and all the rich kids end up marrying each other.
Ouch. But so true. You might even score an invite to a few of the weddings but you are not in their club, you are merely a hang from college.
Anonymous wrote:Did Woody Allen's "Match Point" and "Blue Jasmine" sort of steal themes from Fitzgerald's Great Gatsby? Both films are about lower caste strivers desperate seeking status vs. genuine love in relationships.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:It's been decades since I read the book. Did Daisy even kiss him or anything? Seemed like she was just toying with him and/or Gatsby was exaggerating her interest. It's like a woman have an office "boyfriend". Maybe flirty but break up the family for him? Um, no.
I don’t believe it was explicitly stated but I thought it was clear they had a full affair. Nick was their cover many times.
Anonymous wrote:Daisy and Tom are both sluts. She could not slut around on Gatsby, he would not have it.
Daisy is like all other women having affairs she romanticizes who Gatsby is in her head, but it's not real... he's just a new money gangster.
Not only does she not choose Gatsby, he was never a real option.
Anonymous wrote:It's been decades since I read the book. Did Daisy even kiss him or anything? Seemed like she was just toying with him and/or Gatsby was exaggerating her interest. It's like a woman have an office "boyfriend". Maybe flirty but break up the family for him? Um, no.
Anonymous wrote:"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."
I still get chills.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:In my mind Anna Karenina is what would have happened if Daisy had left Tom for Gatsby.
Oh man. That's so grim.