Nick Carraway

As soon as I walked into Jay Gatsby's castle of a house, I thought I made a huge mistake going at all. The crowd of people was ridiculous. The costumes and outfits were ridiculous. The decorations and food and cars and dancing; it was all ridiculous. I was so amazed that someone would just throw a party as extravagant as that one, and not even know most of the people that were there. I felt so out place I didn't even know what to do with myself. Finally, I saw the familiar face of Jordan Baker. This eased my anxiety and I became a little more comfortable. At the same time, I was thinking, what in the world was Jordan Baker doing there? Why wasn't Daisy and Tom there as well? Who are all of these people and where did they come from? And most of all, where is Jay Gatsby and why have I not even seen him yet at his own party? That was, of course, was before I even met Jay. Before I knew his mystical ways and his reasoning for throwing huge parties like this, where he doesn'...

Jay Gatsby. James Gatz. The Great Gatsby. Whatever you know him as, he is still, and has always been, the same man. People may think he used to be a different man when he was poor. Maybe he didn't have the money then, but he still had the same dream. Ever since he was a little boy, he had the dream of one day being a successful man. He worked hard and did what he had to do to make this happen, no matter the way he had to do it. I never thought I would ever end up friends with someone as extravagant as Jay. But ever since that first party I attended, I stood corrected. I was honest with Jay. Not that I wasn't honest with everyone else, but I almost felt extra honest with him. I only ever gave him one compliment, just one. But that's what made our friendship special. He, in some sort of way, knew that I never fully approved of his ways of doing things. He knew that I did not hail down to him as the "Great Gatsby" like many others did. We had an understanding of each...

I first met Jordan in the beginning of the summer when I went over to the Buchanan's for the evening. I was immediately attracted to her lean body type and cool, confident manner. She was friendly and seemed like a fun person. However, at first, I couldn't get myself tangled up with her due to my prior connection with a girl back home. I am an honest man and cannot sacrifice my integrity for any girl. But, when the girl back home was out of the picture, Jordan and I started to become more friendly. I ran into her for the second time at my first party at Gatsby's estate. We hung out most of the night and I really was starting to picture myself with her. At some point that night, Gatsby pulled her into a room and they talked for a long time. This brought a sort of mysterious aspect to her, as I had no idea what they could have been talking about. Then, all of a sudden, I somehow got tangled up in exactly what they were discussing: Gatsby and Daisy. Jordan explained everything...

My first thought: what have I done? Why in the world did I agree to hosting this reunion? I could not bare to witness the awkwardness at first. I left the room and what did I hear? Silence. All I could think was, poor Gatsby, poor Daisy. They hadn't seen each other in five years and now they have nothing to talk about. But then Daisy broke the ice of the silence, and I thought, just maybe, it would turn out okay. I went back into the room where Daisy and Gatsby were, and I saw just then that Gatsby is not as confident and arrogant as he seems on the outside. He may have the looks and the fortune, but he surely knew how to make that situation awkward. He was mumbling words, not knowing what to say, and he even dropped my clock. I wonder what Daisy was thinking. Was she impressed by his looks? Was she seeing the uncomfortableness of Jay that I was seeing? Who knows. But as soon as Jay brought us over to his house in order to win Daisy over with his great fortune, I knew that she woul...

After the death of Myrtle Wilson, nothing would ever be the same. Even though I wasn't close with Myrtle herself, her death effected everyone around me. It was almost like a domino effect: everything went downhill after that day. From the moment that Daisy Buchanan drove Jay Gatsby's yellow car strait into the body of Myrtle Wilson, hitting and killing her on the spot, my group of friends would never have the same relationship we did that summer. Gatsby and Daisy's little fling they had going on ended forever that night, and Tom and Daisy would end up together once and for all. George Wilson killed Jay Gatsby, and that was when I realized there was nothing left for me in the west egg. Even though Jay had lied to me many times, and I never believed in his lifestyle or the way he treated people, he was still my closest friend that I had in New York. It caught me off guard when he was killed, and I was even more surprised when I was sad about it. I guess I never expected I wo...