But the movie’s excess is okay. Think about how great it would be if there were a major new Walt Disney World ride dedicated to jazz age underground New York City, and then think about the fact that Baz Lurhmann’s The Great Gatsby really is a long and excellent Walt Disney World ride through jazz-age underground New York City. What’s not to like about this?
Nothing, that’s what’s not to like about that.
The Guardian made the Naipaul Test in 2011, with a collection of excerpts presented as a gender quiz. I thought it would be fun to create one myself, skimming well-known books for a flash that caught my eye, a silver fish darting in a sentence that seemed to give away the sensibility of its author, often one dealing with the body or the mind, violence, love.
I’m a self-help queen, dedicated to continuous improvement. I read books about problems I don’t have, just in case I develop obsessive-compulsive disorder or crippling phobias. Of course there’s nothing I recommend. If I ever found anything useful, I’d keep it to myself, to steal a mean advantage.
Hilary Mantel is just the coolest.