Into the Fire

I could review The Great Gatsby since I finally read it, but it would be pointless really. So many opinions and reviews over all the years since it’s been written. I don’t know what it is about F. Scott Fitzgerald that I like, but I do. Plain and simple: I just do.

Here’s my favorite line in this famous novel:

. . . He was his wife’s man and not his own.

Powerful line. Says so much about that scene. Wow.

I could comment on all the “rules” he broke and yet the book is still considered a classic. I could add to that the hypocrisy of many of the rules since under their judgment at least half the classics would be rejected by today’s editors and publishers.

I could elaborate on the authors I’ve come to love in recent times, but chances are I’ve done it too many times already.

I could reiterate I’m a throwback to those times of writing when every kind of style and character appeared in literature, were no doubt judged, and for some fame came late. Or  not at all.

Could . . .

Lord, bring new insights to my soul, I pray. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.