I mentioned in my last post that when I get asked about my
favorite book, I often try to answer with a book that is not from the canon,
not read and discussed in classrooms across the country. I teach American Literature quite a bit, for
example, so choosing Huck Finn or The Scarlet Letter or The Great Gatsby as my favorite seems
too expected, too ordinary. So, instead,
I answer I Am One of You Forever
(see my last post!) or I mention the name of a book I read recently and enjoyed.
But here’s the thing.
I love those canonical books. Familiarity breeds contempt? Not when you’re
talking about Hester Prynne. I have
read and re-read some of these books 15 times.
Seriously. I’m in deep with most
of the novels that you and everyone you know read in high school. I know Gatsby so well I could plan the menu
for one of his parties. I’ve travelled
down the Mississippi with Huck long enough that I can recite entire stanzas of Emmeline
Grangerford’s poetry. I’ve seen enough of
Hester’s backbone and grit and passion that I sometimes blush when I talk about
her.
So now my current two-week plan is to write about one of these giants of American Literature every few days. Check
back often!
Be forewarned: Some of what I say may be English teacher-y!
Today’s selection: The Great Gatsby!
This is just a great book to read and discuss and teach. The themes are deeply American and have real
resonance with most students. Reading Gatsby makes me consider:
- Is it possible to be a “self-made man” in today’s America? And is it possible to reinvent yourself?
- Who, and what, do we value in America? Has that changed over the years?
- To what should we aspire in life? Greater social heights, like Myrtle? Security, like Daisy? Love, like Gatsby? Superfluity, like Tom?
Additionally, Gatsby has re-entered the popular culture because
of the Leonardo DiCaprio movie and other, smaller references, like this one from the unrivaled TV drama, The Wire. (WARNING: Some of the language, although appropriate to the character and situation, is saltier than a can of cashews. In other words, the characters swear).
People know The Great Gatsby right now, so it’s an entirely appropriate topic
of conversation at dinner parties.
Right?
The other is because, once in a while, when I find myself
lost in the narrative, a section of Gatsby
just slaps me awake. I notice these
sections more upon re-reading. For
example, my favorite part of this book has become when Gatsby introduces Tom
and Daisy around one of his parties:
He
took them ceremoniously from group to group:
“Mrs.
Buchanan … and Mr. Buchanan –“ After an instant’s hesitation he added: “the polo
player.”
“Oh
no,” objected Tom quickly, “not me.”
But
evidently the sound of it pleased Gatsby, for Tom remained “the polo player”
for the rest of the evening.
It’s a small bit, but
I look forward to it every year. It just strikes me as so funny. And humanizing. Gatsby gives the needle to his
competition, and Tom, God love him, can’t stand to have his pretentiousness popped.
FYI: If I’m ever at a party with you,
and I introduce you to someone as “the polo player,” it’s not a compliment.
Find your old copy of Gatsby and give it a go. Next up, The
Scarlet Letter!

Nicely done. What I see that the rest of the world does not is your slow, patient build up to the revelation that you are an Anne Bradstreet groupie.
ReplyDeleteA reader will partake of the blog and think, "This guy's got some reasonable good taste, some fresh takes on things I've read, some things to say about works I don't know about, etc."
But one day, the gentle reader will return to a house burning down.
So it begins . . .