The once upon a time, ravishing man who loved me. But love was just not enough for me. Just being in Louisville alone brings back a monstrosity amount of memories from that summer. Mostly of which are memories of Gatsby. What Gatsby? The one who had invited my cousin Nick and I to his gaudy mansion on this very day, three summers ago. The one who was just a regular tough underneath it all. The one who had everything I ever wanted. And yet, I still chose the feasible option. The safe option. Safe with the awful, cheating hulk of a husband.
But safe. Tom is my safety. A daisy wouldn’t be a daisy without her pretty petals and firmly anchored roots. Tom with all his money and legacy are my roots. Secure. Gatsby couldn’t give me that. Gatsby was a lot of things. Impressive did not even begin to express what he was like. Impressive to describe Gatsby sort of degrades him a little. Impressive would be an understatement. The assuring rare smile he smiled which concentrated right at you would make you feel understood. He was intensely earnest. One of his best qualities, in my opinion.
The masculine elegance he paraded swept me off my feet a lot of the time. And it was A LOT of the time that he displayed that elegance. Though, being Daisy Buchanan and having a reputation to uphold, my feet were only imaginarily swept. His well-loved eyes that knew how to love. Well loved eyes that longed for wealth and sophistication. The sophistication and elegance that threw unbelievably opulent parties every week. Parties that sharply changed the controlled tempo of the people. Parties with the most wealthy men and beautiful women. Parties that loosened morals.
Does Gatsby love Daisy or the aura of wealth that she owns? The Great Gatsby is F. Scott Fitzgerald’s masterpiece about various themes such as class, love and wealth. One of the themes highlighted is romantic affair between two main characters: Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan. Gatsby is clearly obsessed with Daisy, however, it is doubtful that those strong feeling is a proof of love. This essay ...
Parties with cheap liquor. The restlessness of the parties made you want to do everything on Earth. How can one not be fascinated by such a cool man of fine breathing? Even with such cool traits, I couldn’t afford to have my name tainted. Choosing Tom may have made me even more foolish but I am beautiful and the world is kinder to the blindly beautiful and with that my life was shaped from security. Security that is Tom. Though I had spent all of my energies attempting to shelter Tom from my reality with Gatsby, one would think that Gatsby would have been the obvious choice.
I guess I’m not a typical woman. A typical woman would accept the love she thinks she deserves. And love was just not enough for me. Tom’s freedom from Gatsby has made him more awful than I remember. Not even a single display of affection had he possessed. The kind of affection that Gatsby had and gave me. If only Tom knew what our arrival in Louisville meant. How much Louisville hides a fragment of the past that amplified the beginning of such a disastrous summer. A disastrous summer for a lot of people. If only this place didn’t exist. If only Gatsby didn’t exist. This entry wouldn’t exist.
The frustration and anger that is brought up when the name Gatsby is brought up wouldn’t exist. A lot of things would be different. Would I have preferred different? I don’t know. It all seems too much to think about. It all seems too much to choose from. Gatsby or no Gatsby? If there were no Gatsby, I’m sure the only question I would have about him would be “What Gatsby? ” But there is a Gatsby and the questions I have about him are far more complex than I myself can come up with. Especially now with my arrival in Louisville. It seems as though my arrival is most opportune…