unsupported notion that a protagonist is simpler to write than a truly memorable supporting character. Sometimes just a silhouette — created with a few slashes of the pen, a few charismatic adjectives — seems the more unlikely accomplishment, born out of some surplus wit and energy, some surfeit of love for a fictional world Why doesn’t it irritate me more? Perhaps that expresses itself in the desire to it’s because the book occupies such a animate even its most minor participants. peculiar place in the culture. Is there a major novel so established in the canon F. Scott Fitzgerald excelled at this sort of and curriculum whose literary merit and character. Few can write a more vivid moral probity remain so regularly and neighbor, train conductor or, more passionately contested? We’re not usually, bartender. Take Owl Eyes (or so speaking of books like “Huckleberry Finn,” he’s called, for his large spectacles), one of mired in a confused, deathless debate the many partygoers at Gatsby’s mansion. about racist language and censorship. When we first meet him, he has wandered With “The Great Gatsby,” the question is into the library and doesn’t seem able to simpler and stranger: Can Fitzgerald escape — he stands paralyzed, staring at write? Is the book a masterpiece — what the books in inebriated admiration. T.S. Eliot called “the first step that American fiction has taken since Henry I wonder if we’re all Owl Eyes now. In the James” — or, as Gore Vidal put it, as Gore century or so since “The Great Gatsby” Vidal would, the work of a writer who was was published, we have been lost in “barely literate”? Gatsby’s house, immured in a never- ending revival. The novel has become subject to all its own barbs; every one of Fitzgerald’s bitter observations is lobbed back at his book in This revival will only get more crowded turn. As Nick wonders of Gatsby, so when the novel’s copyright expires as the readers have wondered of the novel: Is this calendar turns to 2021. January will see shallowness I perceive, or miraculous the publication of a new edition from depth? Like Daisy, the book is derided as Modern Library, with an introduction by pretty and meretricious. Like Nick, it is Wesley Morris, a critic at large at The New accused of being passive, or worse — York Times, and another from Penguin, complicit in the spectacle it appears to introduced by the novelist Min Jin Lee. criticize. That month also brings a prequel, “Nick,” by Michael Farris Smith. Even admirers have their own debates: All this atop a heap of Fitzgeraldiana, new The book is good, but great? biographies and scholarship — to say nothing of the humming cottage industry Great — but not the greatness of assurance dedicated to Zelda Fitzgerald, newly and cut-gem perfection. It’s the greatness resurrected as a feminist heroine. of a vastly open, unstable, slithery text. The literary term for this profusion of Within the scaffold of its tidy, three-act interpretations borne out of a novel’s wide structure and its carefully patterned influence and deep purchase on the symmetries, sprouts an unruly blend of imagination is insane glut. stiff moralism and wild ambivalence, its infatuation with and contempt for wealth, fan of Karl Marx,” and writes that its empathy alongside its desire to punish “Gatsby” remains “a modern novel by its characters. exploring the intersection of social hierarchy, white femininity, white male One of the pleasures of writing about a love and unfettered capitalism.” For book as widely read as “The Great Gatsby” Morris, too, there is no romance between is jetting through the obligatory plot Gatsby and Daisy but “capitalism as an summary. You recall Nick Carraway, our emotion”: “Gatsby meets Daisy when he’s narrator, who moves next door to the a broke soldier, senses that she requires mysteriously wealthy Jay Gatsby on Long more prosperity, so five years later he Island. Gatsby, it turns out, is pining for returns as almost a parody of it. So the Nick’s cousin, Daisy; his glittering life is a tragedy here is the death of the heart.” lure to impress her, win her back. Daisy is inconveniently married to the brutish Tom Buchanan, who, in turn, is carrying on with a married woman, the doomed Myrtle. Cue the parties, the affairs, Nick getting very queasy about it all. In a lurid climax, Myrtle is run over by a car driven by Daisy. Gatsby is blamed; Myrtle’s husband shoots him dead in his pool and kills himself. The Buchanans discreetly leave town, their hands clean. Nick is writing the book, we understand, two years later, in a frenzy of disgust.
Fitzgerald was proud of what he had
achieved. “I think my novel is about the best American novel ever written,” he crowed. The book baffled reviewers, however, and sold poorly. “Of all the The evidence exists, in Fitzgerald’s reviews, even the most enthusiastic, not complicated way, as we look at the text one had the slightest idea what the book and the biography. He was rived by was about,” Fitzgerald wrote to the critic bitterness and profound envy toward the Edmund Wilson. rich. “I have never been able to forgive the rich for being rich and it has colored my That matter remains unsettled. The book entire life and works,” he wrote to his has been treated as a beautiful bauble, agent. But this was the same man who, as fundamentally unserious. In a 1984 essay a child, liked to pretend he was the in The Times, John Kenneth Galbraith foundling son of a medieval king. The sniffed that Fitzgerald was only same man who fell in love with Zelda superficially interested in class. “It is the because she looked expensive. lives of the rich — their enjoyments, agonies and putative insanity — that So much waffling, according to critics who attract his interest,” he wrote. “Their social want less equivocation, less moonlight and and political consequences escape him as stronger moral stances. Except for those he himself escaped such matters in his critics who find the moralizing heavy- own life.” handed and crave subtlety. What other waves of analysis await us as the new This interpretation has been turned on its narratives rush in? How can one story head. Both new editions make light of the sustain them all? As we’re borne back, book’s beauty — it’s the treatment of the ceaselessly into this one text, it becomes grotesque that is so compelling (Morris clear that courting admiration might be compares the characters to the “Real one path to literary immortality, but Housewives”). Both make the case that the courting endless interpretation might be book’s value lies in its critique of the safer bet. After all, there’s great honor capitalism. Lee describes Fitzgerald as “a in being a supporting character