As I finish reading the Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald, I couldn't help but think about whether Gatsby's life was fulfilling, pathetic, or tragic.
On one hand, he’s admirable. He builds himself up from nothing, completely reinvents himself, and stays loyal to his dream of Daisy for years. There’s something kind of inspiring about how hopeful he is, even when everything is stacked against him.
But at the same time, his whole life is basically an illusion. His wealth comes from shady stuff, he’s obsessed with the past to an unhealthy degree, and he doesn’t really see Daisy for who she actually is. It feels less like he’s great and more like he’s trapped in a fantasy he can’t let go of.
So I’m wondering if Fitzgerald meant “great” in an ironic way, like he’s great at dreaming, but not great at living in reality.
What do ya'll think? Was Gatsby truly great, or is the title kind of misleading? #entertainment