The Great Gatsby
Chapter 9
Summary
Structure
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
- Wild and untrue rumors swirl
- Nick attempts to hold a funeral
- No one comes
- Owl Eyes, Nick, Henry Gatz, servants
- Nick encounters Tom
- Nick's memories
- Nick the Narrator
- Purpose in the book
- Chapter structure:
- Gatsby's Funeral
- Nick's memory
- Meeting with Jordan
- Meeting with Tom
- Final Night on the Beach
Conclusion
Great novel
Awesome characterization
Thrilling plot
Striking setting
Bold ending
Years to come
Important Passages
Themes
- That’s my Middle West . . . the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. . . . I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all—Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life. (176)
- Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. (180)
The past cannot be repeated
- "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." (180)
The rich lead superficial, artificial lives, unconcerned for others
- "They were careless people, Tom and Daisy--they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made..." (179)
A person's worth comes from how he/she treats others
- "It was the man with the owl-eyed glasses...'Why, my God! they used to go there by the hundreds.'" (174-175)
The "Great" Gatsby
- "He was only on a young man, but he had a lot of brain power here." (168)
- Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning— (180)