About this story
Across the bay a green light burns at the end of a dock, and your neighbour watches it more than he watches his own ballroom. Summer 1922: bonds by day, everything else after dark, the whole American proposition in under fifty thousand words. You are Nick Carraway, the only honest person you know, and the invitations keep coming.
Who you’ll meet
Jay Gatsby, 1922 West Egg — the host of the golden parties, reaching for the green light.
How it opens
In the spring of 1922, the East still looked like an argument you might win.
Your father had supplied one durable caution before you left the Midwest.
FatherRemember that advantages are easiest to forget while judging others.
Choose
I shall probably judge while pretending not to.
I can speak only from what reaches me.
Admiration may alter whatever light I find.