I read this book in the eighth grade, immediately fell in love and have read it numerous times since then. Then, I found out that Leonardo DiCaprio was playing Jay Gatsby in Baz Luhrmann's upcoming film and that was right when my Titanic obsession started. I straightaway thought, "Hmm... What if Jack Dawson was really Jay Gatsby?" I decided that it was a stupid idea, since he already gets enough of that with Inception. However, he and Kate Winslet were a lovely couple and I decided that Kate would be the perfect first and only love to Gatsby. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story and R&R!
When someone is gone, we often forget after a while. Their body is put in to a casket, thrown in a hole underground and forgotten. They're just left there to rot until they are completely, physically gone. Just dust sitting there for all of eternity. This may be hard for you to process but it's the truth. You too are going to die someday. I can assure you. There is no stopping it. You will die.
However, death is better than life. Heaven? I guess you can say that. It isn't as hazy as you would think, beautiful really.
How would I know? Well, I am everywhere. I guess you could say that I am death. As much as I'd love to keep talking about myself, I won't because this isn't my story, I'm just passing on the information to you.
I'm here to tell you a story left untold. In my personal opinion, the most incredible story I have ever been able to tell. You may know this name, you may not, but trust me, you don't know him as well as you think.
Ring a bell? I would think so. Who doesn't know Jay Gatsby? Strikingly handsome and mysterious Mr. Gatsby? The man with the huge house and elite parties? The man who died for the woman he seemingly loved?
Today, I will be demolishing any conclusions you have made about Gatsby. My job is to expose this man for who he really was. There was only one person, one woman who knew that man.
And no, she is not Daisy Buchanan. She was far too stupid to understand herself.
His real name was James Gatz, born in Minnesota to a penniless family. This is where our story starts off. The girl's name was Bethany Porter, middle class orphan. Unlike Daisy, Bethany was an intellectual, reading a countless amount of books. She was eager and willing to learn unlike all of those girls in that small, Minnesota town. Following the death of her parents when she was just three-years-old, Bethany was adopted by her unwed Aunt Ruth, who raised her to be a real woman, not a lady. Remember, this was 1910, before the feminist act, so no one really understood her approach.
Now, listen carefully, reader because a lot is about to come your way.