Who is Gatsby?

What does Gatsby’s true origin suggest about the theme of class?

Moreover he told it to me at a t ime of confusion, when I had reached the point of believing everything and nothing about him. So I take advantage of this short halt, while Gatsby, so to speak, caught his breath, to clear this set of misconceptions away.

How do other themes develop in ch6?

Gatsby's notoriety, spread about by the hundreds who had accepted his

hospitali ty and so become authorit ies on his past, had

increased all summer unti l he fell just short of being news.

Just why these inventions were a source of satisfaction to James Gatz of North Dakota, isn't easy to say.

Why does Gatsby invent himself?

He had changed it at the age of seventeen and at the specif ic moment that witnessed the beginning of his career-when he saw Dan Cody's yacht drop anchor over the most insidious f lat on Lake Superior. I t was James Gatz who had been loafing along the beach that afternoon in a torn green jersey and a pair of canvas pants, but it was already Jay Gatsby who borrowed a rowboat, pulled out to the Tuolomee , and informed Cody that a wind might catch him and break him up in half an hour.

He invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen-year-old boy would be l ikely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.

How does Gatsby reflect the theme of class and the American Dream?

How might Fitzgerald feel about the American Dream? Why?

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet l ight his tangled clothes upon the floor.

"I didn't hear it. I imagined it. A lot of these newly rich people are just big bootleggers, you know.” Tom Buchanan

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet l ight his tangled clothes upon the floor.

"I didn't hear it. I imagined it. A lot of these newly rich people are just big bootleggers, you know.” Tom Buchanan