Kathryn Schulz really and truly does not like The Great Gatsby.
I can only sketch here the many other things that trouble me about Gatsby and its place in our culture. There is the convoluted moral logic, simultaneously Romantic and Machiavellian, by which the most epically crooked character in the book is the one we are commanded to admire. Thereâ€™s the command itself: the controlling need to tell us what to think, both in and about the book. Thereâ€™s the blanket embrace of that great American delusion by which wealth, poverty, and class itself stem from private virtue and vice. Thereâ€™s Fitzgeraldâ€™s unthinking commitment to a gender order so archaic as to be Premodern: corrupt woman occasioning the fall of man. There is, relatedly, the travesty of his female charactersâ€”single parenthesis every one, thoughtless and thin.
I always enjoy a good rant, however wrongheaded it is.
Hat tip to Maggie Gallagher.