Nick Carraway's Blog
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Why I moved back to the Midwest
I moved back to the Midwest from West Egg because it was all too much. Rich people only cared about you if you were rich too; the only reason I even moved there was because Tom and Daisy were there. Since they left, I had no reason to stay, I would not even have Gatsby as a friend. In the Midwest, people do not care about how much money you have, how big your house is, or how new your car is; they judge you by your character, how hard you work, and how kind you are. They are much less superficial than the people in New York, always wanting more, more, more. I needed to get away from those kinds of people before I became one of them too.
What I was feeling when thinking about Gatsby
Reflecting on Gatsby's life, I realized that there were some things that I really liked about him, but there were other things in his life and personality that I did not approve of. He was a kind man and truly loved Daisy, which is a bit more than I can say for Tom; he threw parties all the time just so Daisy would come and see him again. Whenever something happened at his parties, such as a woman ruining her dress, he would go so far as to send a new, much more expensive dress to her. I did not, however, like the fact that he was illegally acquiring his riches. I am an honest man, so I never wanted to get involved with a man like him, or like his friend, Wolfsheim. He was an overall okay man, though. I have to admit, he certainly changed my life.
What I was thinkng when I met Gatsby's father
When I met Jay's father after he died, I was quite surprised for many reasons. One being that Jay had told me his father was dead. I also learned that Jay Gatsby was not his name at all, it was James Gatz. He was from a poor family and grew up in the Midwest. I could not believe it, because this did not seem like the man that I had gotten to know throughout my time living in the West Egg. He seemed so different than his father, though the looked similar. I couldn't believe a man like Gatsby could come from a poor, Midwestern family. It was not until his father showed me the book he kept as a young boy, stating ways to improve himself, did I truly see any trace of the man that I had known.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Why I didn't tell Daisy I spent the day with Tom and Myrtle
I could not believe it when Tom invited me to the city to meet his mistress, but I went. Halfway between the East and West Eggs and the city, we stopped and I met Myrtle Wilson, Tom's mistress, and her husband, George. We spent the day in the city and went to her apartment for a party. I decided not to tell Daisy about meeting this woman for a few reasons. Although Daisy and I were related, we were not that close. I also saw how much more in love Myrtle and Tom were than Daisy and Tom. Daisy should find a man that she really loves and who loves her too. What Tom had with Myrtle should not be tampered with, nor do I think it is my place to tamper with anyone's relationship.
What I was feeling when Tom's mistress called
When Tom got up to take a call, I could tell Daisy was upset, but I had no idea why. Once Daisy followed her husband into the other room, Jordan explained that he was on the phone with his girlfriend in the city. My heart went out to my cousin; I had no idea why she was with him if he was cheating on her. I was dismal after Ms. Baker told me about his mistress, because I knew Daisy deserved better; I also could not help but feel partially responsible for her misfortune, because I was the one who introduced the two of them years ago. Tom had no concern for Daisy and I did not understand why.
What I was thinking when I met Jordan Baker
The day started out as any ordinary day, I was going to see my cousin, Daisy, and her husband, Tom. I sailed to East Egg and was greeted by Tom, as always. We walked to his house, but when he opened the door, I saw someone I did not know. Jordan Baker, Daisy said her name was. She looked familiar, but I could not place her. She was beautiful and strong, which made me realize who she was. "You're the famous tennis star," I said. I could not believe that she was the famous tennis star, Jordan Baker. She was similar to what she is like in interviews, demure and clever. We made conversation with each other and with Daisy and Tom; I enjoyed her company.
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