Gatby : A Short Story : The Great Gatsby

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.

Gatsby has many issues of repeating his past instead of living in the present. A common

Every weekend, Nick’s next door neighbor Gatsby had extravagant parties at his house. One Saturday morning, Gatsby’s butler came to Nick’s house and invited him to the party that was to be held that evening. Nick showed up that night, not knowing a soul there, and not even knowing what the host himself looked like. He soon found Jordan, and spent the rest of the evening with her. Nick found himself speaking with a man he recognized from the war. Nick told him that he did not even know who the host was, but that he had just been invited by him. The man looked puzzled and then told Nick that he was Gatsby. Both were embarrassed and apologized to each other. At that moment, a butler appeared and told Gatsby of a phone call that he had to attend to. Gatsby excused himself and said that he would talk to Nick later that

While at the hotel, Gatsby reveals his secret relationship with Daisy to Tom, and attempts to convince Daisy to ask for a divorce with Tom. While Tom and Gatsby argue, Gatsby completely loses his temper at one moment and unleashes a whole different Gatsby that frightens everyone, especially Daisy. After that moment, Gatsby apologizes for his behavior but Daisy leaves the room crying, Gatsby runs to catch up to Daisy as everyone in the room stays silent.

"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."

“Gatsby, pale as death, with his hands plunged like weights in his coat pockets, was standing in a puddle of water glaring tragically into my eyes” (91).

My name is Steven Woodlock. I am 55 and I have been the head house servant for Mr. Gatsby since he moved into the mansion on West Egg a while back. Today my goal is not to list out all of the great works that Mr. Gatsby has done, nor is it to try and over glorify my boss. My purpose is to show insight into the personal life of Mr. Gatsby, and perhaps, allow you to see him from my perspective, a man of true virtue and character, one who taught me more than I dare to admit.

"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 told him I did not feel like talking about it and that I was in no state to talk about it. I could not believe my day was ruined. All I wanted to do was go to the city, I even suggested it; but then Tom had to pick a fight with Gatsby and begin the shouting and bickering. I should not still be dwelling on their confrontation.

“Who was this Great Gatsby, and where did he hail from?” This was the question on everyone’s lips. Described as a “young roughneck, a year or two over thirty, he had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced -or seemed to face- the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an

Gatsby was able to grasp onto Daisy. With the help of Nick setting up lunch so that the two could meet, they rekindled and “he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” Gatsby achieved his one desire of Daisy; she cheated on her husband for Gatsby. In Gatsby’s eyes he had won, he only needed Daisy to tell Tom that he never loved her in order to be completely successful. When put under the task Daisy cried “Oh you want too much! I love you now- isn't that enough? I can't help what's past." Despite Gatsby’s short success with Daisy, ultimately he is asking for too much of Daisy and she comprehends that the past cannot be

Okay, so back to the party. I decided to that the faster I talked to Gatsby the better so I went to go find him. I thought the best place to start was out in the garden where I thought he would be conversing with his guests. I walked to the garden avoiding eye contact and feigned conversations with the people around me. As I searched the garden for Gatsby, I quietly listened for all the bits of gossip the partygoers were discussing. Probably the most interesting story was that Gatsby was having an affair with a married woman. The couple believed that the woman was none other than Miss Baker. I knew this rumour wasn’t completely true. Gatsby was indeed having an affair with someone but she wasn’t married and she wasn’t Miss Baker. In fact, you know this person quite well but, I won’t tell you who it is so don’t even think of asking me.

Jay Gatsby, a mysterious, young and very wealthy man, fatally chases an impossible dream. Gatsby attempts to rekindle an old relationship and has confidence in repeating the past. Gatsby claims that he is going to “fix everything just the way it was before” (Fitzgerald 117). In a a

“Get up there and stay!” I shouted at Myrtle. “I’m tired of you walking all over me and doing your own thing without me knowing about any of it!” “Your going to get yours George!” she shouted. I got so mad at Myrtle for cheating of me that I coulda’ killed her. I locked Myrtle upstairs of the garage so that she could not get away. I told her that “We are moving out west as soon as I can get that car from Tom.” She just shouted and screamed “You'll burn in hell for doing this.” I thought that she would get over it after we moved out there and started over, but I will later realize that it wouldn't come true.