The epitaph of the American dream

The first masterpiece of Francis Scott Fitzgerald is an epitaph to the glory of a dream. Released in 1925, or shortly after the adventure with his wife Zelda Jozan, a French aviation pilot met on the Riviera, it is also an author of the belief in a reiteration of sublimated love that transcends carnal defilements.

Romance, the novel is therefore totally. In light of the green lighthouse of East Egg, it takes advantage of an author writing at the top of his poetry to animate characters-and especially a Jay Gatz Trimalcion transformed into the "Roaring Twenties" - which are only sensitivities. His love for Daisy, it has risen to the top jewelry mountains, has spilled every night in glasses of alcohol, and wrote on invitation cards for blazing evenings. It remains very much alone among the multitude of agitated shadows and voluble as the moon casts on his lawn.

The nights are deep, the laughter and poignant melancholy champagne, all bathed in the special light a little sad to Fitzgerald's novels, have long mastered the art of defining the atmosphere and capture the moment. But this time, through the tragic story of Gatsby, it also gives us that of a time, which he does not hesitate to satirize. The corruption of the American dream, reflux of the transcendent in an America of the "Age of Jazz" in conquering materialism, this is concentrated in the garden of the bootlegger, where rich -that the writer definitely loved it! - are distinguished only by their hypocrisy and superficiality. The moving portrait of an America losing its simplicity.