These italics. They look so strange. They look like emphasis. WTF.
So I guess I expect this horrific (sight/sound) sense to be an overarching air in this Gatsby, especially now that I've watched the trailer. But I do kinda want to go visit that place for a couple of hours in a local cinema. Even if I end up hating it, it seems as if it'll be an experience. Plus there is a horror at the heart of Gatsby. A horror that I'm relating right now to what I saw when I spotted Tyler's tell--- the tic of giveaway in the pick-up artist video (one of a few I watched in the middle of the night) that he's not really good with his own game.
I just read the first page of Gatsby again, to try to call up the flavor, more than I can by reciting the first good hunk in my head, where it resides verbatim. Thinking about this bit, though, I am suddenly eager to read the novel again with what I know from recent years of psychological work:
Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still
a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father
snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the
fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
I consider reading with, among others, this pair of ideas in mind: Nick Carraway as codependent; codependency as rubbish.
The chance of my making it through Flight Behavior before it's due back at the library has just diminished a bit.