Last week, I attended one of Jay Gatsby lavish parties. It was almost exactly like I imagined it. The raucous women, the greedy guests, the whiskey, the fashion – it was quite the experience. I never received an invitation, but no one truly appeared to have one either. However, the biggest mystery of the party was the fact that Jay Gatsby was never seen. After all, one of the core reasons I had decided to attend the party was to meet him. I left the celebration around 2:00 AM after I lost my hopes.
This was a major problem. If you are the host, you should welcome people casually inside your home – do not invite crummy people carelessly looking for sex into the event. As tension of Gatsby activities arose, so did the emotion of the people I was surrounded by. “l looked around. Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands. Even Cordon’s party, the quarter from East Egg, were rent asunder by dissension” (Fitzgerald 51).
If Gatsby would have made an appearance, the fighting might have stopped because people would have been more interested in the events. The insanity of it all was generally due to the mass quantity of alcohol consumed. People kept drinking, dancing, gambling, gossiping, and more. Where was Gatsby during all of this? Why would he throw an extravagant party and not attend? Many others wondered where he was, and thus decided it would be a great time to gossip about him.
I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on them a little. Somebody told me they thought he killed a man once. ‘ ‘l don’t think it’s so much as that,’ argued Lucille skeptically; ‘it’s more that he was a German spy during the war” (Fitzgerald 44). I heard he was a German spy, he killed a man, even studied at Oxford, but what is true? Certainly, all of the gossip wouldn’t be happening if he had decided to make an entrance at the bash. Don’t get me wrong, the party was impeccable – the only thing missing was Gatsby.