To anyone who cares for a good tragic story I refer you to read or watch The Great Gatsby, a classic 1925 novel by F.Scott Fitzgerald and portrayed by Leonardo DiCaprio in the movie by the same name. I think he has an affection for tragic love stories where he dies in the end (i.e. the Titanic in his younger years). Born as James Gatz to his poor parents, he always felt like he was born for a higher purpose and every night he’d look up into the starry skies and he would tell himself that he was the son of God, that this wasn’t his place. And so he ran away from home, changed his name to Jay Gatsby, a name that would later be on everyone’s tongue, on the magazine tabloids and in his own movie*haha. On his runaway trip he happened to look out at sea and saw the drunk sailor Cody who later employed him for his talent. Cody taught the young Gatsby how to dress, speak and act like a gentleman and this would become his persona in the years to come, providing a certain allure that sparked up the wildest rumors about him and his riches.
In time, Cody died and left him with much of his fortune, but being young and slightly uneducated, he could never have known the legal criteria that robbed him of all of it, it all went to Ella Kaye (who must have killed Cody for it). Left with nothing to show for his work, Gatsby became once more what he had been running away from and so he enrolled in the military. The uniform hid to the world his poverty and it was at one of their parties that he met Daisy, a lady who got more attention from the officers than any other girl in the room. Everybody was looking at her but she had her eyes on Gatsby, the humble gentleman brooding in the corner, away from the buzz of drunkenness. They fell utterly in love on that night, but she didn’t realize they were going to war soon, and she’d never see Gatsby for a few more years, in which she’d eventually marry Tom Buchanan, a rich grumpy bachelor and they’d have one daughter for themselves. On the eve of her wedding, she received a letter that broke her into tears, Gatsby confessed to her that he was poor and he couldn’t provide her with the life she deserved, and so she got married anyway.
After the war, news spread fast of the man, Jay Gatsby. People said he was richer than God, a slight exaggeration of course and even their rumors couldn’t explain how he became so rich. It was at this time that he bought a mansion right across the bay from where Daisy and Tom Buchanan lived and he threw large parties hoping that she’d perhaps stop by and see that he had made something of himself. Jay Gatsby befriended Nick Carraway, a business broker, cousin to Daisy and narrator of the story. He did so in order to get Daisy closer to him again, although he knew she was married (real love though people, I mean Tom was also cheating on her…doesn’t make it any tolerable though). And so their love blossomed again, founded on passion and hideaway deception. Tom Buchanan eventually knew of this and so he invited Gatsby over to his mansion for a party where Daisy felt pressured to choose between the two; she couldn’t. In anger, Tom told Gatsby and Daisy to take one car to town while he, Nick and Miss Baker (Daisy’s best friend) rode in another. It was nightfall and as Daisy was a bit drunk on wine due to her anxieties, she drove too fast and coincidentally hit a woman (Tom Buchanan’s mistress). Gatsby took blame for it out of love for Daisy. But Tom promised to take care of her and eventually they moved away to Paris, leaving Gatsby wallowing in her mistakes. For soon he would die at the hands of the victim’s husband who believed that it was Gatsby who ran her over.
The real tragedy was this, that of all the people, famous or not, who attended his large eccentric parties, none came to his funeral, just the narrator and Jay Gatsby’s father. And his dedication to Daisy was his downfall, but the story isn’t just about the tragedy of love, it’s about the tragedy of life. All that you treasure won’t be there forever but those people you inspired and appreciated, they’re the ones who’ll make it to your funeral, they’re the ones worth your time.
“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made….”
“They’re a rotten crowd…You’re worth the whole damn bunch together.”-Nick Carraway to Jay Gatsby.




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