"I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless." -- Page 29
First of all, with the exception of Brett's little Debbie Downer moment at the end of the chapter, I love how everyone in this story just seems to be enjoying the company of life. Sure, it might be the booze, but is that really such a crime in the Lost Generation's society? I'd like to think not. In the post-World War I world (redundant? nah...) young adults realize the celerity of one's life and don't waste anytime not enjoying life's many pleasures, one of which is alcohol. The other is apparently harlotry. Now, I'm not usually one to judge, but I find it hard to believe that a prostitute (Georgette, in this case, another name I despise) can smile a "wonderful smile". Then again, it's not my profession of choice and I suppose it is their job to be well liked...luckily, the moral of this story is that Jake dumps the, eh, *socialite* for a more sophisticated, albeit whiney ("Oh, darling, I've been so miserable"), woman named Brett. Yes, you read that correctly, her name is Brett. Bleh. The sad part is that, even after possessing something so detrimental to one's self-esteem as having a name belonging to the opposite sex, Cohn still can't get the time of day from her. I'm so relieved our protagonist is suaver.
I googled 'Brett' and this is what came up.
BECAUSE IT'S A GUY'S NAME!
are they really enjoying it?
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