September 14, 1931 Today, as the rain was tapping on my window, I stared out at the storm clouds casting shadows onto the long green fields of spring. As I was watching as the grass and the leaves in the trees on the horizon sway with the wind, my mind was recalled to a time that I’ve been trying to hide away for a long while now. Almost exactly five years ago, under the exact same rain and grey, that Gatsby fellow was killed. He was murdered. Rain and grey, I tell you. His life was taken by one Mr Wilson with a gun. Right in his pool, too! He died floating on the bright blue water of the extravagant pool in his back garden. Now the weather was not the same rain and grey… but the feeling that consumed me after I learnt of his …show more content…
For so many years, he has been invading my thoughts and quiet moments in the garden, at breakfast, while resting… even during the thick of a fantastic plot of an astounding book. For so many years, I’ve been trying to make Gatsby disappear from my mind. But in fact, I can’t just can’t keep him out of my thoughts… I just had to write this entry in my diary for I needed an outlet to express my thoughts. In a way, I feel as though I am being unfaithful to Tom. Now certainly, I am not sleeping around. I am bound physically to Tom, by all means. But for all intents and purposes, I am emotionally and spiritually bound to Gatsby yet. As I lie in bed at night, warm and comforted in my husband’s arms, I can’t help but let my mind’s train of thoughts travel and drift over to that Gatsby! Because of this, terrible guilt and conflict overcomes me. I thought that by now, I would be over him. I thought that his memories would be dead and gone, just as he is. But still I imagine and believe somewhere in my mind that someday he might show up at my house now… He’ll say that everything was just a big mistake and that he was never shot. He’ll be older and that age will look good on him. He’ll tell me of all the things he’s done in these five years. And it would be undeniable, even to Tom, that one person in particular keeps showing up in my life no matter where I go must be of some sort of
Jay Gatsby seemed like he was on top of the world from the outside looking in. He was extremely wealthy and had hundreds of people at his house at all times; however, on the inside he was just like everyone else, lonely. The love of his life married a different man when he went off to war. He had never gotten over her and always longed for her to come back to him. He isolated himself from everything that didn’t have to do with her. He made his money, bought his house, and threw his parties in hopes to impress and get her back into his arms. He was still in need of company though. He asked Nick Carraway to go to Coney Island in his car late one night. Then, when Nick said it was too late, Gatsby asked if he’d like to go swimming. Nick turned down his offer yet again. Gatsby had all the toys, money, and people in the world to interact with yet he was still lonely because he had isolated himself so much from the outside world. Even into his death, Gatsby didn’t have anyone but a few people at his funeral. He had isolated himself so much; he never made any true
“The Great Gatsby” is a novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald set in the 1920’s and is a recollection of a man named Nick Carraway's memories of the summer he met Jay Gatsby the person he could not judge. Jay Gatsby changed the most throughout the novel because He started the novel as a rich and extravagant man with a mysterious background, but it was revealed that he didn't start his life this way, James Gatz was a seventeen-year-old fisherman on Lake Superior who had big dreams that he thought he never could make a reality. But he adopted a persona that modelled the ideal person through the eyes of a seventeen-year-old, and met his good companion and friend Mr. Dan Cody. But towards the end of the book the window that is Jay Gatsby is shattered
It deeply saddens me to say we are all gathered here today to remember the life of James Gatz, or better known as Jay Gatsby. When I first moved here to West Egg a few years ago I quickly took notice of Jay and was determined to find out more about him. To my own surprise, Gatsby grew on me and as time progressed our friendship prospered. You see, Gatsby was different from the people of West Egg, he was better and he deserved better than what he got. He also threw the most outstanding parties in history. {chuckles lightly} Day by day, my respect for this extraordinary man grew and grew stronger. Jay had something special about him that many failed to notice and embrace.
Gatsby has many issues of repeating his past instead of living in the present. A common
In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, Jay Gatsby was born into a life of poverty and as he grew up he became more aware of the possibility of a better life. He created fantasies that he was too good for his modest life and that his parents weren’t his own. When he met Daisy, a pretty upper class girl, his life revolved around her and he became obsessed with her carefree lifestyle. Gatsby’s desire to become good enough for Daisy and her parents is what motivates him to become a wealthy, immoral person who is perceived as being sophisticated.
"No— Gatsby turned out all right in the end. It is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men."
The line of attack we use in order to identify individuals around us is an intriguing thing. Our perception is forever shifting, forever building, and affected not only by the person’s actions, but by the actions of those around them. In Scott F. Fitzgerald’s novel The Great Gatsby Nick Caraway’s perception of Jay Gatsby is always changing. All the way through the novel, Nick’s perception of Gatsby changes from him perceived as a rich chap, to a man that lives in the past, to a man trying to achieve his aspirations but has failed.
It was the last days of summer. The atmosphere began to change, leaves falling, and the sky the perfect crisp blue like a never ending ocean. Gatsby decided it was the perfect day to take a dip in the pool, since he hadn’t used it all summer. But, that dream was unfortunately brought to a fatal end. Do you know what it’s like to be shot? Do you know what it’s like to drown in your own pool of blood? Your body sinking to the bottom as the water engulfs you. Your lungs now only filled with blood, and only thing you can do is lie in the abyss of your death. This is Gatsby’s story as he was killed in his own home.
Gatsby had constantly in mind the date he lost Daisy; he dreamt of the day he could have her back and of the day she would confess her love to him. “Five years next November” (87) he told Daisy when they met again. Five years waiting for his true love, five years idealizing his girl, five years of constant work to acquire enough wealth to have her back. “No, we couldn’t meet. But both of us loved each other all the time…” (131) argued Gatsby to Tom, Daisy’s husband, explaining the eternal love he felt for Daisy and the love he though Daisy shared with him. Gatsby love did not end the day Daisy married Tom,
In the text, The Great Gatsby, the author, F. Scott Fitzgerald leads us to sympathize with the central character of the text, Jay Gatsby. Fitzgerald evokes our sympathy using non-linear narrative and extended flashbacks as well as imagery, characterization and theme. Through these mediums, Fitzgerald is able to reveal Gatsby as a character who is in an unrelenting pursuit of an unattainable dream. While narrative and imagery reveal him to be a mysterious character, Gatsby's flaw is his ultimate dream which makes him a tragic figure and one with which we sympathize.
Gatsby seemed like an anti-social, cold, mysterious man. However, I know a very different man. I know a man whom since young has grew up in poverty as a poor farmer boy. He was an ordinary boy, but he had extraordinary ambitions, ambitions no man of his social stature would dare to even begin assuming. In an unexpected coincidence, while working as a fisher, he met with a Dan Cody, who took him in as a personal assistant. It was through Dan Cody that Mr. Gatsby learnt the ways of luxury and even further solidified his ambition. Before I first took up the job to work with Mr. Gatsby, I was desperate. Desperation … I still recall the days of uncertainty that questioned if I was able to feed my wife and 2 children each day. However, when I was down, so down I almost attempted suicide on the shores, Mr. Gatsby reached out, and turn my life around. Not only did he settle all my financial need, he educated me, gave me a stable job. The fact that I am able to read and speak fluently is a testament to his efforts, and to him I am eternally
Gatsby’s head is a complete mess. Nick says of him “Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies [...] these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality” (100). Gatsby is always dreaming of changing to the point of letting years go by stuck on the same illusions.
"I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air "
From now we begin to wonder about how great Gatsby really is? On one hand he is “vile” because Carraway tell us he has “Unaffected scorn” for him while on the other hand he is “gorgeous”. We consider Nicks opinions to be very accurate as he is a fair and sensitive person who is also the
I can not stop thinking of everything I do not know how Tom figured out my affair with Gatsby. Why should he care though, he has his little affairs? I even had to move because of one of them. I think I just deserve an apology from him and then he can be forgiven. My mind is thinking as fast as I am driving. I need to slow down its starting to get dark. Actually on second thought, never mind I want to get home as soon as possible I just want to be alone. Gatsby is staring deeply at me; I can see it from the corner of my eye. How can he still love me after all those years? I wonder how hard his life must have been with loving me and not seeing me. I can see the love in his eyes.