The Great Gatsby

I was just reading a blog which makes the point--an obviously correct one--that the last decade here in Iceland was the equivalent of the Roaring Twenties in the United States. I wonder then what work of literature will become the Icelandic version of the Great Gatsby.

What made that novel work was the creation of a narrator who was both a part of the main story and yet in a way not. He inhabited both the role of a character and an author-narrator, and thus his observations were laced with a judgment not only of the events around him, but also of himself. Because when something like that is happening, we are all implicated.

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