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The publication of his first novel, This Side of Paradise, in 1920, made Fitzgerald a literary star. He married Zelda one week later. In 1924, the couple moved to Paris, where Fitzgerald began work on The Great Gatsby. Though now considered his masterpiece, the novel sold only modestly. The Fitzgeralds returned to the United States in 1927.
Gatsby's eyes followed it momentarily; he raised his hand and pointed across the bay. "I'm right across from you." "So you are." Our eyes lifted over the rosebeds and the hot lawn and the weedy refuse of the dog days along shore. Slowly the white wings of the boat moved against the blue cool limit of the sky.
Gatsby associates it with Daisy, and in Chapter 1 he reaches toward it in the darkness as a guiding light to lead him to his goal. Because Gatsby’s quest for Daisy is broadly associated with the American dream, the green light also symbolizes that more generalized ideal. In Chapter 9, Nick compares the green light to how America, rising out ...
The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the Mediterranean—then the shrill voice of Mrs. McKee called me back into the room. "I almost made a mistake, too," she declared vigorously. "I almost married a little kyke who'd been after me for years. I knew he was below me.
Read the full text of The Great Gatsby: Chapter 3, where Nick attends Gatsby's lavish party and meets the mysterious host. SparkNotes provides analysis and commentary on this classic novel.
Do you want to test your knowledge of The Great Gatsby, one of the most famous novels of the 20th century? SparkNotes offers you a comprehensive guide to the key questions and answers about the plot, the characters, the themes, and the symbols of this masterpiece. Learn more about the mysterious Jay Gatsby, the elusive Daisy Buchanan, and the complex social and historical context of the Jazz ...
A subdued impassioned murmur was audible in the room beyond and Miss Baker leaned forward, unashamed, trying to hear. The murmur trembled on the verge of coherence, sank down, mounted excitedly, and then ceased altogether. "This Mr. Gatsby you spoke of is my neighbor—" I said. "Don't talk.
