I have been waiting to read the Great Gatsby for a long time. I don't know why I never got around to it before, but now that I have, I'm sorry that I ever did.
Originally, I thought Gatsby was this awesome dude with a crazy life and cool back-story. Not so. He's a whiny wuss that lies and cheats his way into money to get into a girls pants. He has no real morals besides not binge-drinking, which is hypocritical since he hosts drunken parties almost every night. How did this become a great name in literature? He needs to man up. Almost as annoying as Gatsby are his "friends."
For instance, there's the idiot Daisy who doesn't realize her husbands cheating, or might just not give a rip. In which case she and Gatsby can have each other. But wait, Gatsby's dead (thank God) because Daisy's punk husband won't man up either and lies to some random dude who pops into the story as the husband of the chick Daisy's husband is cheating with. So all these people belong in a soap opera, and in comes Nick the narrator who does nothing but kiss Gatsby's butt because the big phony has money. Then everybody moves out west.
Oh wait, I almost forgot one of the most useless characters: Jordan whatever her name was. She had literally no use in the story beside being kiss butt's booty call.
Suffice to say, this piece of literature has left me hanging...
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