Monday, December 30, 2019

The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald - 1122 Words

The Fresh Prince of West Egg Yo Halla The American dream is a desire to grow one’s domain over more materialistic areas through hard work. In the book, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, this common strivation during the 1920’s dramatizes becomes salient role.Two of the book’s main characters, Nick and Gatsby, have opposite goals to satisfy themselves. Fitzgerald utilizes the motif of the American dream to express the theme concerning the hollowness of this idea by using Gatsby to symbolize it and using Nick to express Fitzgerald s own views on the subject. Gatsby’s lifestyle to some seems to be utterly and definitely perfect and well rounded. People who have a feint knowledge of who this man is say that he is powerful, wealthy,†¦show more content†¦He describes his house in the novel as, â€Å"My own house was an eye-sore,but it was a small eye-sore and it had been overlooked, so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbor’s lawn and the consoling proximity of millionaires - all for eighty dollars a month† (9). The way that Nick so delicately lays out his home for the reader makes it sound like he is fine with his establishment, but not with his big-headed neighbors. Nick directly reflects how Fitzgerald feels about rich snobs. Nick even overhears some party guests gossip begins about him: â€Å"One time he killed a man who had found out that he was the nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil† (65). The amount of people that Gatsby doesn’t know that are in his house partying makes it sound ridiculous to the reader. Fitzgerald sets the scene withdrawing the idea that people infected by this endless dream base their status upon wealth and property before even making a full deduction of character unbiased of rumors. Tons of people show up to these ‘classy’ parties and this allows Gatsby to flex his wealth by amusing them. Nick is not impressed: There was music from my neighbor s house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his

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