A Reader posted a review at 2008-06-16 07:57:58.
While this book wasn't bad, it was, as is the major flaw of many other pieces of American fiction, too dependent on the circumstances of its time. However, it hits closer to home these days because the extravagance of the 1920's is in many ways alive and well now. It's all about the struggle of rich people (against themselves) to find happiness. The lie, the worry too much about what others think, they stop themselves from going out and getting what they want, and those who do are reprimanded. The book censures the affluent life, pointing out its absurdity. I personally didn't like the writing style. I didn't think it was very "literary," especially since Fitzgerald didn't bother using complete sentences often and, in the unabridged version I read, he simply ignores (or forgets) proper mechanics and grammar. The style would be fine if he was, say, writing a book review under 1000 characters, but he's not. He's writing a full novel, and it's hard to handle the abuse of English that long.