Book club charting member Mark and I ate pizza inside a boutique parlor and continued our ongoing, three-year conversation about American literature. This afternoon's topic: The Great Gatsby, which Mark had read for the first time only a few months ago. What a fool Jay Gatsby was trying to recreate the past and win back a vacuous Daisy! I told Mark what especially intrigued me about the novel was Nick, the narrator, who stands by and observes all the deceit and debauchery and doesn't do a damn thing about it, human destruction ensues, and Nick really never reflects on the consequences of his inaction.
Good stuff bro. The molasses runs particularly thick here in PDX. Keep up the good fight, you're not alone.