Giving in to Gatsby

F. Scott Fitzgerald has never been more alive. The author, like many artists, is more prolific after death than whilst he inhaled the Parisian air into his gin and jazz riddled head. This May he has successfully infected the world with Gatsby fever as the much awaited Baz Luhrmann adaptation of The Great Gatsby is released.

The lyrical story whisks readers into a dance with decadence, excess, luxury, romance, and tragedy. The themes spin us around, dip us to the floor, and step on our toes.

Initially published in 1925, the book was, quite frankly, a failure, and didn’t receive the accolades it deserved until decades later. Deemed the “Great American Novel” and the second best English language novel in the 20th century, the book’s popularity has likely surpassed Fitzgerald’s own champagne-sparkled dreams.

If you haven’t read the novel yet, get your hands on a copy before you see the colourful adaptation starring Leonardo DiCaprio. His portrayal of Luhrmann’s Romeo stuck with us for years – we can only imagine what he will do with Jay Gatsby.

To accompany your film craze, here are some of our favourite Gatsby-isms. Try to contain your goosebumps.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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“And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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The original Gatsby manuscript.

“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

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~ Sandra O’Connell, OPUS Insider