Some of you know that The Great Gatsby is my favorite novel. I never fully explained why, and the truth is that I wanted to write this post for a long time, but I was reluctant because The Great Gatsby is so popular that some people will say they’ve loved it for that, the same way some will say they hated it because it’s cool to hate everything that’s popular. You know, it’s a common misconception that popular always means of lesser quality.
But this is just my opinion. Also, I’ll never say The Great Gatsby is the best novel ever written. I don’t think such a thing exists. Instead, I believe there are a few novels out there that are perfect.
My definition of perfect is the following: a story where a balance has been established. There’s nothing to be taken away, nothing to be added. I’d list a number of such stories, like The Turn of the Screw by Henry James and The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Bioy Casares.
Anyway, in the end it all comes down to personal taste. And culture, and education, and the type of books you enjoy reading, and a bunch of other stuff. Some people might hate The Great Gatsby for the same reasons I love it.
Now, let’s get to the actual post.
It’s been a while since I properly reviewed a book. It’s not because I haven’t read anything worth mentioning, but I just had other stuff to write about. But now… I really do want to recommend something.
