As Vast as the Ocean

“Oh no he didn’t!” Daisy was having a heated gossip session with Kismine. They met each other through a Rich Women’s Support Group (RWSG) after Kismine realized that the poor life isn’t as “free” (106) as she wanted it to be, and Daisy realized that maybe staying with a killer just wasn’t the way to go. It’s just so hard being so pure all the time, especially in this time of newly found freedom for women. “So, you’re saying he kissed you after your family got blown up,” Daisy asked incredulously, “and you  let  him?!” “Do you understand how hard it is living on a mountain of diamond? How am I going to experience inflation in my own household? He might’ve been cute because he was the first guy I’ve met since The Pit, but c’mon, just because his timing was off didn’t mean it wasn’t romantic,” responded Kismine defensively. “Oh, but Tom is really topping what John’s done, huh. Letting him kill another man? And  staying  with him? Has RWSG taught you nothing?!” “Fine, I’...

Some might say that “the Great Gatsby sucks,” and that “it’s not that deep, it's just some rich guys stealing each other's wives.” While the latter might be 100% true, it’s important to realize that the deeper meaning represent s so much more than what’s on the surface (in fact, what’s on the surface can be juicy too, according to the absolute rollercoaster that was chapter seven).    Moses and the Golden Calf      To allude to the Bible and make the metaphor with Gatsby as “the son of God” (p.98), this perfect person who sacrifices himself for people’s sins, and his father , a farmer , is very ironic because Gatsby doesn’t follow what his father says the way Jesus did. In fact, he does the complete opposite and breaks practically all 10 commandments (way to go, Jay).      Nick, our oh-so-untrustworthy narrator, has been describing Gatsby in some of the most admirable ways possible. But to compare him to Jesus Christ feels sacrilegious ...

       Reading   the Great Gatsby   has affected me in ways I could’ve never imagined. I never thought I could hate reading a book but enjoy its analysis. It’s kinda like reading John Steinbeck books— the plot sucks, they talk about some tree for 40 chapters, someone dies, the end. But the analysis of it after, when the real meaning comes through, my perspective completely changes. All of a sudden, I’m not being sent to hell and back trying to get through a single chapter, but actually psychoanalyzing each word on each page of each chapter! — a different form of hell and back. No matter how difficult it has been to keep track of characters and their histories however, when you   get  it, like truly understanding why even the most seemingly useless lines have been added, it feels wonderful. East Egg West Egg             One part of  the Great Gatsby  was the significance of Daisy...