You know how a lot of left leaning people mock liberal folks who are not aware of the problems they identify, yet continue to point at their direction driven by some sort of gut feeling? Fitzgerald, in a way, is that sort of liberal.

Indeed, America has a class system, and just like Fitzgerald rightfully pointed out in the twentieth century, it is not even aware it has one. So, what does this entail exactly? According to the author, it means that some us won't find happiness in attempting to cross the social divisions that divide us. It reminded me of the German literature of the second half of the seventeenth century, Lessing in particular. Very... "anti-elite".

And yet, just like those same German writers, Fitzgerald does not stop to examine anything, but also does not use the sparing time for any sort of additional analysis. He's intellectually vapid. And goddammit, does he do a good job at hiding that...

This is a well written novel of course! I did enjoy my reading. But do I think highly of the book? No. Probably not. It's not doing anything for me at the moment I'm afraid...