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The Great Gatsby


I just do not know how I feel towards all the characters except Nick. Before starting reading the story, I had got to know about the narrator, and I wondered why is not the story written from Gatsby or Daisy's POV. However, once I got to know the characters, I knew that the story couldn't have been well-narrated except by Nick; he was the sane one in the story, the one with self-composition. If others were to narrate it, it would have been incoherent and so confusing.

I liked Nick's narration and the rich prose that was written so beautifully. The language was a refreshment while the actions were not appealing.

Gatsby spent years of his precious youth to gain fame and wealth, mistakenly thinking that with them he could gain back a young love. In all the haze to get the status he wanted, he forgot to make friends and to live normally. I pitied him at the beginning and I pitied him when he died. What a waste of youth!

At The Barber's (A Review)

At the Barber's is a short story by the Russian writer Anton Chekhov. It portrays the story of Makar Kuzmitch, a hard-working and unwashed barber, and his encounter with Erast Yagodov, his godfather. Chekhov starts the story with a detailed description of the setting and Makar.

The shop is described in a poor condition as small, narrow and unclean. This is not something to be taken lightly as we get to know later that the reason behind Erast's rejection of Makar is his poverty. Makar is a well-mannered boy as we can see from the way he greets Erast and speaks with him politely.

However, Erast Yagodov seems to be a greedy and stingy old man, who walked a far distance to have a free haircut despite his illness. He actually comes for a haircut just when the doctor said that he must shave his hair, and then he chooses Makar just because he has always done it for free.

When Makar asks about Erast's daughter, Anna Erastovna, the whole atmosphere changes as Erast informs Makar that …

Soldier's Home (A Review)

Soldier's Home is one of Hemingway's stories in his first collection In Our Time. Hemingway once again takes us to the war, but this time he focused on its aftermath, and the struggle to move on in life. Who could transfer that experience into deep, harsh and heart-touching words more than Hemingway, who had to go through that himself.

Krebs came back home two years after the war, and as Cecil Harrison said, the war is never over. When he was back, all the glorifying of heroes and celebrations were done.

The story is about Harold's take on life after what he had seen. We get no details about his experiences, but we know the consequences. For him, noting is worth fighting for anymore. He wanted things to happen in their own accord; he did not want to seek anything anymore; he wanted things to come his way by their own without having to work for them because everything was not worth it. He never was desperate to get anything. He never wanted things bad enough that he had to go…