Generally considered to be F. Scott Fitzgerald's finest novel, The Great Gatsby is a consummate summary of the 'roaring twenties' and a devastating expose of the 'Jazz Age'. Through the narration of Nick Carraway, the reader is taken into the superficially glittering world of the mansions which lined the Long Island shore of the American seaboard in the 1920s, to encounter Nick...
Generally considered to be F. Scott Fitzgerald's finest novel, The Great Gatsby is a consummate summary of the 'roaring twenties' and a devastating expose of the 'Jazz Age'. Through the narration of Nick Carraway, the reader is taken into the superficially glittering world of the mansions which lined the Long Island shore of the American seaboard in the 1920s, to encounter Nick's cousin Daisy, Jay Gatsby and the dark mystery which surrounds him. The Great Gatsby is an undisputed classic of American literature from the period following the First World War and is one of the great novels of the twentieth century.
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Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 – December 21, 1940) was an American author of novels and short stories, whose works are the paradigm writings of the Jazz Age, a term he coined himself. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century.[1] Fitzgerald is considered a member of the "Lost Generation" of the 1920s. He finished four n...
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 – December 21, 1940) was an American author of novels and short stories, whose works are the paradigm writings of the Jazz Age, a term he coined himself. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century.[1] Fitzgerald is considered a member of the "Lost Generation" of the 1920s. He finished four novels: This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, The Great Gatsby—his most famous—and Tender Is the Night. A fifth, unfinished novel, The Love of the Last Tycoon, was published posthumously. Fitzgerald also wrote many short stories that treat themes of youth and promise along with despair and age.
The Great Gatsby has been the basis for numerous films of the same name, spanning nearly 90 years; 1926, 1949, 1974, 2000, and an upcoming 2013 adaptation. In 1958 his life from 1937–1940 was dramatized in Beloved Infidel.
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《100 Selected Stories》,《The Wind in the Willows》,《The Man in the Iron Mask》,《A Tale of Two Cities》,《Well-Beloved》 等。
《了不起的盖茨比》中有一段非常普通的对话:第二章中,Tom带着Nick去见他的情妇Myrtle,随后三人一同坐火车前往纽约,在车站Myrtle看中了小贩兜售的一条狗,然后很矫情地问“Is it a boy or a girl?” Tom冷冷地回应“It's a bitch.” 李继宏居然翻译为“它是个婊子。”这是一...
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He smiled understandingly - much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced - or seemed to face - the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood...(2回应)
2012-07-31 10:58:5517人喜欢
He smiled understandingly - much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced - or seemed to face - the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.引自 3
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out arms farther... And one fine morning- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. can't get the meaning of these sentences and read for many times. then I saw someone' understanding on ...
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Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter- tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out arms farther... And one fine morning-
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.引自 chapter9
can't get the meaning of these sentences and read for many times. then I saw someone' understanding on the internet. he says the metaphor stands for the tragedy of Gatsby. he beats on, tries so hard to get his life better because he wanted his life back to the past- to the time when he and Daisy were in love and were together. sadly, he didn't know and he would never figure out that Daisy was not like what he thought she was. she was only one superficial and heartless woman who didn't know what love is and didn't care about it at all.
many of us may be like that. we dream about going back to the past because we thought the past were so wonderful and everything seemed so nice. but is that true or is that just in our mind? we tend to beautify our memories for the reality is not set according to our willings.
'For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened--then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.'(2回应)
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'For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened--then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.'引自第11页
"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." 这句话真的值得回味,我要不断提醒自己去切身理解这之间的含义。
2011-06-28 20:04:3313人喜欢
"Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." 这句话真的值得回味,我要不断提醒自己去切身理解这之间的含义。
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
2013-04-21 20:31:57
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
Then wear the golden hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry, lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you! Whenever you feel like criticsing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had. for the intimate revlations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are us...
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Then wear the golden hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry, lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!
Whenever you feel like criticsing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.
for the intimate revlations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. TReserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.
5- life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.
6-one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty one that everything afterwards savours of anticlimax.
the lawn started at the beach and ran towards the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sundials and brick walks and burning gardens- finally when it reached the house drfting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.
8-I've heard it said that daisy's murmur was only to make people lean towards her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.
it was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arragement of notes that will never be played again. ... sing compulsion, a whispered listen, a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.
10- They knew that presently dinner would be over and a little later the evening, too, would be over and casually put away. it was sharply different from the west, where an evening was hurried from phase to phase towards its close, in a continually disappointed anticipation or else in sheer nervous dread of the moment itself.
11- the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dust.
32- rare smiiles with a quality of eternal reassurance it it, that you may come across four or five times in life. I faced- or seemed to face- the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. It understtod you just as far as you wanted to be understoood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisedly the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
...a dim background stated to take shape behind him, but at her next remark it faded away.
38- most affectations conceal sth eventually, even though they don't in the beginning.
Thy'll keep out of my way. it takes two to make an accident. suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.
Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal vrtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that i have ever known.
41- Terraced with a labyrinth of wind shields that mirrored a dozen suns.
I began the generalised evasions which that question deserves.
50- Perhaps because she doesn't drink. It's a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. you can hold your tongue, and moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don't see or care.
He cam alive to me, delived suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.
....He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths- so that he could come over some afternoon to a strager's garden.
... there are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
54- The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. I had to follow the sound of it for a moment, up and down, with my ear alone, before any words came through.
59- He hadn't once ceased looking at daisy, and i think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well loved eyes.
After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at ther presence. He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waite with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.
61- one thing's sure and nothing's surer. the rich get richer and the poor get-- children. In the meantime, In between time-
There must have been moments even that afternoon when daisy tumbled short of his dreams- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man can store up in his ghostly heart.
- I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn't be over-dreamed- that voice was a deathless song.
63- The truth was that jay gatsby of west egg, long island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself. he was a son of god- a phrase which , if it means anything, means just that - and he must be about his father' s business, the sevice of a vast, vulgar and meretricious beauty. so he invente just the sort of jay gatsby that a seven teen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.
- for a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.
67- Or perhaps i had merely grown used to it, grown to accept west egg as a world complete in itself, with its own stadards and its own great figures , second to nothing because it had no consciousness of being so, and now i was looking at it again, through daisy's eyes. It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.
-these things excite me so, if you want to kiss me any time during the evening, nick, just let me know and ill be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name.
71- 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. ... at his lips' tough she blossomd for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
... what i had almost remembered was uncommunicable for ever.
73- Daisy and jordan lay upon an enormous couch, like silver idols weighing down their own white dresses against the singing breeze of the fans.
75- Life stars all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
76- I was full of money- that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbal's song of it... High in a white palace the king's daughter, the golden girl...
85- The words seemed to bite physically into gatsby.
86- but with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, towards that lost voice across the room.
- Thiry- the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm , thinning hair.
95- GATSBY was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.
114- They were careless people, tom and daisy- they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
115- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. ... there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. ...it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I sha...
2013-05-31 16:46:59
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.
... there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.
...it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No — Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.
It was a body capable of enormous leverage — a cruel body.
Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget; a singing compulsion, a whispered ‘Listen’, a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.
Slenderly, languidly, their hands set lightly on their hips, the two young women preceded us out onto a rosy-colored porch, open towards the sunset, where four candles flickered on the table in the diminished wind.
There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him any more.
For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened — then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything.
But I didn’t call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone — he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward — and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away, that might have been the end of a dock. When I looked once more for Gatsby he had vanished, and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
over the great bridge,with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars,with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money.The city seen from the Queensbury Bridge is always the city seen for the first time,in its first wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world.
2021-11-13 10:39:05
over the great bridge,with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars,with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money.The city seen from the Queensbury Bridge is always the city seen for the first time,in its first wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world.
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets,and I was him too,looking up and wondering.
2021-10-16 18:24:55
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets,and I was him too,looking up and wondering.
10 有用 Moss大妖 2009-09-04 21:15:06
菲茨杰拉德的文字真漂亮,有种不动声色的华丽与残忍。
6 有用 卡拉马佐大兄弟 2015-04-01 08:03:27
坐在阳光里又读了一遍,一个冬日下午就这样毁在了一个躁动的夏季手里。他是唯一一个看清她本质的人,Her voice is full of money.但爱是超越理性评判的狂热。
4 有用 K 2011-12-10 00:02:55
it has gone beyond her, beyond everything.
2 有用 把噗 2018-09-24 00:21:03
盖茨比的悲剧告诉我们,男人不能为情所困。
6 有用 zy 2013-08-27 16:20:18
我大概知道村上春树为什么喜欢他了
0 有用 Hoiiiiii 2022-05-12 00:12:10
Old Sport
0 有用 光影迷离 2022-05-01 13:00:30
读的英文版,用的词实在是有些太有文化了,大段的细腻的描写加上各种有些古老的表达方式,看得我一愣一愣的。很多地方描写得非常细致而有诗意。情感和人物的刻画也很好。不过也许是出于文化或者阶级上的隔阂,看完全文后,我记得最深的大概只有广告牌上的眼睛和那句“old sport”…
0 有用 猩猩 2022-04-30 11:10:51
是英文表达和意境里能达到的最极致的美。每次被现实世界的脏乱无序打倒都可以重读一遍,沉浸到那个世界里,重新找回内心的体面和高傲
0 有用 -LMZY- 2022-04-25 15:22:31
But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.
0 有用 fancycat00 2022-04-24 18:39:54
What an ending!