Nick has a bad night’s sleep cause knowing your new friend and your cousin killed a dudette after exposing their affair with each other does that, and then gets his ass over to Gatsby’s for a long ass retelling of Gatsby’s and Daisy’s history, now with nature symbolism. This is where we learn the torrid tale of a soldier in love with a rich girl who, while he is off being poor in war, goes and marries a rich dude. Gatsby goes on to tell Nick about Daisy’s love and becoming rich for her and all that, then tells his gardener not to drain the pool cause he’s thinkin about a swim. Nick leaves, telling Gatsby he thinks Gatsby is a cool dude.
The next day at work, Nick gets a call from Jordan. They get all bitchy with each other and agree that they don’t like talking so much with each other as people.
We flash to the life of George Wilson, which is Bummersville, Population: Him. As someone watches him, he spirals out of control until he convinces himself that he’s gotta do something about the person driving the yellow car that killed his wife, AKA Myrtle AKA dudette that Daisy and Gatsby killed. He escapes and learns Gatsby’s name.
Gatsby takes a swim and George shows up and smokes that motherf@%ker, then shows the reader he is allergic to lead by injecting himself with a couple cc’s of bullets. Gatsby and Wilson out, chapter over.
Old Sport Count
Final count with the “Old Sport Meter,” as the guy with the catchphrase is doing a dead man’s float for realsies.
Despite my insensitive take on the murder suicide of Gatsby/Wilson, this chapter is a symbolistic take on suspense. Fitzgerald takes his time in building up both the characters involved and then executes them both in quick fashion, one after another.
We can talk about the relative symbols that are laced in this chapter like a family quilt, but f#^k that. This chapter is all about motive. What Law & Order: SUV glosses over with quick, decisive “AH-HA” moments, this chapter takes its time and beats you over the head with themes of love and sacrifice and passion and all that s$#t. Why Gatsby loves Daisy, what was up with the Wilson’s, all that is right here, laid out before you before boom, headshots that end everything.
- Can you tell I’ve been drinking?
- Ever notice that when you love something, it leaves you for something richer and somebody else’s problem comes along and shoots you in the head? Metaphorically?
- Put yourself in George Wilson’s shoes. What are they, size 8?