I’ve read this several times. Gets me every time.
Dang, the man could write. No mean feat, given his marshmallows were well toasted most of the time.
To give a sound a colour without blinking like the ‘orchestra… playing yellow cocktail music’ is pretty, pretty cool. And he’s right – it is yellow. I can hear it drifting across the lawn down to the water’s edge. Eat your heart out, Kandinsky.
Can you smell the talc in this?Continue reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1926)