The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Man, what self-indulgent rubbish.
“I am so rich…I am so observant…My friends are so rich…My friends have great parties…Gatsby is so rich…Gatsby is so neat…”
So it’s a great story about the Jazz era. It wasn’t that great an era.
If I wanted to read about lame, rich, full of themself people going to parties, I’d pick up People magazine.
A bore.
{These are actual one star reviews found on Amazon.com}
