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“If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life…. [Gatsby had] an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.”
November 18, 2010
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1. Discuss the novel and its adapted movies (The Great Gatsby, 1974)
2. F. Scott Fitzgerald and "The Great Gatsby" - a docu clip
3. The Great Gatsby quotes - Jack Clayton Robert Redford, Mia Farrow ...-
4. The Great Gatsby comments - Jack Clayton Robert Redford, Mia ...-
5. Suggested reading: Rollo May’s The Cry for Myth (哭喊神話) p.135-162.
6. http://www.online-literature.com/fitzgerald/greatgatsby/)
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November 27, 2009
Movie Time for the Great Gatsby
The Great Gatsby (online reading) by F. Scott Fitzgerald (audio book)
Video SparkNote of The Great Gatsby
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The Gatsby Show (Toby Stephens)
November 27, 2009
Notes on The Great Gatsby (11/27)
American Dream and Carly Simon's "Let the River Run"
American Dream
Jazz Age
Commercialism
Green light (hope, money, corruption)
Daisy: I'm paralized with happiness.
Myrtle:You can't live forever. (Carpe diem)
Nick: You can't repeat the past.
Tom: We're out of boots.
"Her voice is full of greed, money, and flirtation."
a low, vulgar woman
Why "Great?"
Believe in himself?
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We're coming to the edge,
running on the water,
coming through the fog,
your sons and daughters.
Let the river run,
let all the dreamers
wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.
Silver cities rise,
the morning lights
the streets that meet them,
and sirens call them on
with a song.
It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge,
running on the water,
coming through the fog,
your sons and daughters.
We the great and small
stand on a star
and blaze a trail of desire
through the dark'ning dawn.
It's asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
the sky is the color of blue
you've never even seen
in the eyes of your lover.
Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge,
running on the water,
coming through the fog,
your sons and daughters.
It's asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.
We're coming to the edge,
running on the water,
coming through the fog,
your sons and daughters.
Let the river run,
let all the dreamers
wake the nation.
Come, the New Jerusalem.
Carly Simom - Let the River Run
February 18, 2009
同學們的final答案令人驚豔1
1. When I read The Great Gatsby for the first time, I found my eyelid dropped. The diction in that book made it difficult for me to read page by page. And I was not interested in it. One day, however, the teacher showed all class a film adapted from the novel, and I was surprised by the plot which was not boring as I thought. Although I didn’t like the story very much, I felt nothing awful about it.
After watching the movie, I realize that the story is presented as a recollection of Nick Carraway, a neighbor and good friend of Gatsby. In his seemingly neutral opinion, I get to know the personality of each character. For example, Daisy is an attractive young woman while Gatsby is a young, self-made millionaire who has nostalgic love for Daisy, etc. I am impressed by Gatsby’s action. He is a self-made man and makes lots of perseverant efforts to achieve goals for getting rid of the poverty. He is also a polite and gentle man, but he acts in a contrasting way when he stays with Daisy. Although Gatsby’s blind love for Daisy makes me feel that he is a fool deserves my pity, I also sympathize and appreciate his persistent spirits.
2. I like the story. The Great Gatsby is a superb novel that was well-written and provides excitement, mystery and scandal all in one story. I like the way he described how Jay Gatsby was like the “new money” (someone who spends tons of money noticeably and have their fortunes within their lifetimes) and Tom was like the “old money” (someone who gets their fortunes from generations and from families). Here is something I learned from the story; “If you have the money but you do not have the happiness the poor people have, then you are missing something great in your life.”
The character “Daisy” interests me the most. Daisy Fay Buchanan is a round and dynamic character with many different sides of personality. With her multi-dimensional personality and relation to the conflicts, she becomes needed in order to convey the meaning. Daisy has many instances where her life and love of herself, money, and materialism come into play. She is someone who is only happy when things are given to her and circumstances are going as she has planned.
If I were Daisy, I think I will remain loyal to my husband, so that the tragedy would not happen.
3. I don't like the story because I prefer happy ending in all of my life. But this story is sad when it ends. It made me unhappy. Furthermore, there have many profound meanings in the story that I can barely comprehend. Besides, I don't like Daisy and her husband who are very selfish. I believe I would be annoyed whenever I see them.
In this story, I took a special eye on a woman character named Myrtle. She is the mistress of Daisy's husband. She doesn't have anything to loose in her life, so she feels happy when she is with Tom, even though she has no status in their relationship for Tom still loves his wife Daisy. Finally, she dies in a car accident while Daisy drives Gatsby’s car. It makes me feel sad. All Myrtle wants is love in her life, she doesn’t deserve to be killed.
February 18, 2009
同學們的final答案令人驚豔2
1. 9711105
Actually, I don’t like the story and also feel confused about why this kind of novel will be famous enough for everybody to read and be impressed at the first beginning. It’s just a foolish man dies for his love but doesn’t getting anything returned, isn’t it? Besides, there are lots of big words I can’t understand. Maybe it meant to tell me something, but I can’t get them, unfortunately.
However, after the instruction from the teacher in class, I read some articles other people wrote on the net, I find that there are lots of perspectives this novel intends to convey other than the superficial meanings. The corruption, the evilness, and the classes of the riches make me rethink the novel again.
In the novel, Gatsby is my favorite character. He is the real pure person in the whole story. His passion of chasing his goal bravely is the best shot that makes me love him. Although the way he chose to go is too straight and extreme and eventually leads to the catastrophe, he really worked hard to get what he wanted. Unlike Tom or Daisy who live with their masks to resemble what others do to them, Gatsby is honest to himself at least.
If I were Gatsby, I will still pursue my dream even though it is humble in other people’s eyes. But this time, I would reserve more before I take the first step. I will observe the world around me instead of going ahead with no hesitation. In doing so, I think I will find more targets or methods to go on with my fight and win at the end of the story.
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I don’t like the story because of the different background and culture I have with the author. So many people feel very touching after reading the novel, but I don’t agree with the superficial value, the so-call “American Dream.”
In the story, Gatsby interests me the most. He paid so much effort to pursue the “true love” he thought, but never realized the woman he loved so much was only a superficial woman, even until he died. I think he is a poor man without knowing what is best for him.
If I were Gatsby, I would clear my mind and think calmly before I spend so much effort in chasing a woman that is not worth of it. I would do things that were more meaningful than he does.
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I like the story because the writing style of F. Scott Fitzgerald is very beautiful. Besides, every character has its attribute that can attract my attention to appreciate this story.
The character interests me the most is Nick, the narrator of the story. He is very special, honest, responsible and well-mannered. Most importantly, he has a bright perspective and mind. Of all characters, Nick is the one to recognize Gatsby’s “greatness,” and that reveals his unusual sensitivity.
If I were Gatsby, I would open my eyes to look everything clearly and take friends’ advice instead of falling passionately in love with Daisy for she is not worth it. Besides, I would go to my hometown to see my father and take care of him well. I think that would be a happy ending for him to live with parents.
December 9, 2008
Notes: 大一英文大亨小傳(12/09/2008)
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The Great Gatsby online.
Questions for Final:
Do you like the story? Why or why not? Which episode or character interests you the most and why? What would you do if you were Gatsby or Daisy in the story?
1. Week 13 (12/12) Quiz on The Great Gatsby: Test Yourself! Quiz 1
2. Notes on the essay questions for the final exam:
Chapter 1: Introducing the major characters (Character List): Nick, Gatsby, Tom and Daisy
Chapter 2 : Introducing Wilson, Myrtle and Dr. T. J. Eckleberg and their Valley of Ashes between East Egg and West Egg (Major Themes)
Chapter 8 : Gatsby's death scene by the swimming pool: Christ's Crucifixion at Golgotha, Calvary (西洋文學概論)
Chapter 9: Summary and Analysis of Chapter 9 Gatsby believed in the green light (hope, decay, money)
3. Famous quotes (The Great Gatsby online):
Chapter 1 :
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you've had.”
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.
Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
Chapter 8 :
Gatsby shouldered the mattress and started for the pool. Once he stopped and shifted it a little, and the chauffeur asked him if he needed help, but he shook his head and in a moment disappeared among the yellowing trees.
No telephone message arrived, but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four o'clock—until long after there was any one to give it to if it came. I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about . . . like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
The chauffeur—he was one of Wolfsheim's proteges—heard the shots—afterward he could only say that he hadn't thought anything much about them. I drove from the station directly to Gatsby's house and my rushing anxiously up the front steps was the first thing that alarmed any one. But they knew then, I firmly believe. With scarcely a word said, four of us, the chauffeur, butler, gardener, and I, hurried down to the pool.
There was a faint, barely perceptible movement of the water as the fresh flow from one end urged its way toward the drain at the other. with little ripples that were hardly the shadows of waves, the laden mattress moved irregularly down the pool. A small gust of wind that scarcely corrugated the surface was enough to disturb its accidental course with its accidental burden. The touch of a cluster of leaves revolved it slowly, tracing, like the leg of compass, a thin red circle in the water.
It was after we started with Gatsby toward the house that the gardener saw Wilson's body a little way off in the grass, and the holocaust was complete.
Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . .And one fine morning——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
