ok lemme tell you a little story about my history with this book. when i was a junior in high school, i took honors english with one mr. hohl. and it was a cool class, the teacher reminded me a little of a more refined educated chris farley.
while i was generally a really good student in school, for whatever reason i was SO not into reading the great gatsby when it came up as our next book. it's quite possible i decided it was boring from the cover art, cuz the copy i picked up at barnes and noble has the same painting on the cover and SNORESVILLE. i ain't gonna lie to you, i totally judge books by their covers. it's what hooks me in when i'm wandering through aisles and aisles of fiction. who's got cool cover art, i'll check out what that one's about.
so anyhow, apparently no one else in the class was doing the reading either, and our teacher caught wise. one day we all walk into class and get the news that shit, we're having a pop quiz on the great gatsby. and it's an essay question. shit shit shit.
i think there maybe was one or two people in the class tops that weren't pooping their pants as they sat down and stared at their blank sheet of paper. what the hell do you write about a book when all you know is it has a stupid looking cover?
a few minutes into the pop quiz, mr. hohl left the room for some unknown reason. and at once, EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN THE CLASS whipped out their copy of the book and proceeded to write the essay using the book's description printed on the back cover. pure comedy gold. everyone finished their essays before the teacher came back, he collected the essays, and we never saw them again...
come to think of it i don't think we ever really talked about that book again, either...
so anyways, as part of my steph's not reading enough campaign, i thought i'd read the great gatsby to kind of make up for the whole not reading it before and then cheating on the test, thing. and what the hell, i TOTALLY should have read this back then it was dope!
the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald
ok so this book is about a dude named nick carraway - he was from the midwest, minnesota i think, and wanted to leave to go be glamourous in new york. so he decides he's gonna learn to sell bonds, and while i have no effing clue what that means, he does and that probably makes him a financial type dude. he possibly yells buy buy sell sell all day long into an old-timey phone, because this took place back into 1922 and the technology just wasn't that good yet.
so when he moves to new york, he lives on west egg. do west egg and east egg actually exist, or were they made up for this book, does anyone know? apparently the snooty old money lives on east egg, and the flashy ooooo that's my shit that's my shit new money lives on west egg. so nick decides to rent a house on west egg with a dude he met, but something fell through so he's livin there all alone.
it turns out he's living next to this jay gatsby dude, who throws crazy effing parties every weekend. like CRAAAAAZAY parties every weekend. i don't mean every saturday night, i mean they are all weekend long parties. the awesome thing is the people at these parties have no effing clue who gatsby is, and they make up all kinds of wild shit about him. kind of like those snl sketches about bill bradley, remember those? where those dudes sitting in a bar would yell things like "TO BILL BRADLEY!!! HE ONCE SWALLOWED AN ENTIRE BEAR WHOLE BECAUSE HE SKIPPED LUNCH!!!"
anyhow, moral of the story is no one really knows who bill bradl- i mean jay gatsby is. like they heard he's an oxford man which is a fancy way of saying he went to school there, but they also say he's killed a man and is into bootlegging and all kinds of crazy crap.
so getting back to the west egg east egg thing, i guess no one really hangs out together from those two neighborhoods, but nick has a cousin daisy who lives on east egg with her husband tom. nick goes to meet them for lunch and meets daisy's buddy jordan. jordan's a golfer, and kind of a jerk, i guess in her first big golf tournament she cheated to win... but in her defense golf sucks, so i guess i don't blame her.
so nick and jordan start hanging out, nick meets gatsby at one of his crazy parties and they find out, small world, that they fought in a battle together during wwI so they kind of know each other - i don't remember how gatsby knows nick is related to daisy but he concocts a scheme to meet daisy at nick's house...
before he went to the war, apparently gatsby slept with daisy - it's been five years and she's married now but he's totally living in the past and wants her back. so he invented his whole identity to be all high-falootin, with wild parties and a huge house and cars and servents and on and on just to impress her cuz her family had tons of money and that's all she cared about... she was kind of a jerk, too...
so gatsby and daisy start having an affair, and eventually her husband tom finds out, and he's effing PISSED. which is awesome because he's cheated on her all throughout their marriage and that was totally fine. so there's a big fight when everyone's taken a trip to nyc together, and when they're all heading back to their west/east/easter egg homes they're taking two cars - tom tells daisy and gatsby to drive together cuz he wants to be all macho they can't hurt me...
but then on the way home, daisy is just a shitty driver to begin with let me tell you, daisy is driving and accidentally runs over myrtle, who is tom's mistress. daisy and tom are all freaked out and so they keep driving, and then when tom's car (second in the 2 car caravan home) gets to the scene of the accident he freaks out, and the mistress' husband freaks out, and there's just general freaking out all over.
wilson, the mistress' husband, decides to find the hit and run car. because back in the day there was like 2 cars on the road. so when he heard oh it was yellow he asked around a tiny bit and found out it was gatsby's car... actually i think tom told him that. so wilson goes to gatsby's house, where he's lyin' on a raft in his pool, shoots him and then shoots himself! action packed!!!
and then since nick was one of gatsby's only friends, he was in charge of the funeral... and no one came to the funeral, and it sucked, and nick decided new york sucked and he moved back to the midwest the end!!!
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