Why I would never date Jay Gatsby

[dropcap]I[/dropcap] remember a friend recommending The Great Gatsby to me in college, claiming that it was the ‘greatest love story’ she’d ever read. When I finally read it, I was extremely puzzled. Fitzgerald’s protagonist wasn’t the chivalrous young lover that I expected – he was a creep. Who on earth buys a house across from that of their crush so they can be aware of the latter’s every move? Or keeps clippings of them for five years?

Fitzgerald’s protagonist wasn’t the chivalrous young lover that I expected – he was a creep

Jay Gatsby is not in love: he is deluded and obsessed. In his mind, Daisy Buchanan is the embodiment of happiness and success, and he will do everything in his power to attain her. I for one would not answer the door if Gatsby turned up on Valentine’s, even if he did look as handsome as DiCaprio. Oh, and I would probably consider moving house.

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