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[drives up in his bodacious yellow car] whaddup my name’s james gatz but you can call me jay gatsby!!! i’m 32 years young and i live in west egg which is a sick neighborhood that shouldn’t be confused with the healthy protein!! [quick shots of gatsby posing next to various parts of west egg] i live in this BALLER mansion next to my BEST FRIEND nick!! [points to nick who is standing at the door] say what up nick (what up jay) anyways i built this WHOLE thing just so i could impress this sweet piece of ass across the water!! her name is daisy and she’s married to some rich guy. but SIKE i’m rich too!!! i made all my money in the bootlegging business bc it’s PROHIBITION! fuck the government! (fuck em!) thanks nick! [high fives nick] let’s go inside


modern aesthetics: the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald

there is still a light across the way, and the lights of his home still shine long into the night, bodies massing through his own halls, whispering his name, tales of a war, and a man without a past.

it’s a dream they live in, and it’s only Eckerberg that sees the gunshots and men built upon lies. they’ll believe it to be beauty, it’s only the eyes that know that the dream was dead long before 1918.

at some point, all that changes is gatsby’s names for nick and terms for such a man, especially after the latter finally elaborated on the meanings of ‘bae’ and ‘shade.’ for example.

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F Scott Fitzgerald, the author of The Great Gatsby, is on the record that he regards Jay Gatsby as an admirable figure, and sees his book as the tragic tale of a great man born in the wrong era.

Meanwhile, basically every stage and film adaptation of The Great Gatsby has ended up being a surreal meditation on how fucked up rich white people are, essentially by playing its source material perfectly straight.

You can’t contrive this stuff - that’s organically grown irony right there.

Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he had moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald


The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Chances are that if you are over the age of eighteen, you have read The Great Gastby. It is hard to ignore a classic with the perfect element of historical essence trapped in an ill-fated love epic. Set in the 1920s, Long Island, New York, Fitzgerald depicts the transformation of the American dream from the focus on individualism and the pursuit of happiness into indulgence and corrupted dreams.

Jay Gatsby, the main character is a walking, talking billboard of the American illusion. He is charismatic, wealthy, a war veteran, and most importantly he is in love. He is in love with Daisy Buchanan, who represents old aristrocracy and the shallowness achieved in 1920s American society. Although Gatsby’s wealth is established on criminal activities, his heart is pure. His devotion and love for Daisy are what leads him to his death. Daisy is the representation of women in Fitzgerald’s eyes. She is beautiful, alluring, wealthy, but also dangerous. Without a doubt, every character and place is a symbol supporting the broken dreams of the Jazz Age.

Reflective of his fast life, The Great Gatsby gives us a glimpse inside Fitzgerald’s psyche and real life. Nick Carraway, the narrator and the glue of the story, is the ghost of Fitzgerald’s mind. Like Nick, Fitzgerald’s popularity introduced him into a new seductive lifestyle, which propelled his conflicting feelings on the Jazz Age. The Great Gatsby is worth revisiting or picking up for the first time. As one of the most popular novels of all time, it unfolds life’s dichotomy between beauty and the danger within human nature.

Read excerpts from the book here!


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