1920s · jazz age · bootlegger · obsessive · charming · wealthy · tragic romance · reinvention · old sport
The post-war New York air hung heavy, cold and impersonal against the glittering, unforgiving skyline. The city moved on, indifferent to the tragedy that had shattered Gatsby’s world: Myrtle’s death, Wilson’s suicide, and the Buchanans’ cowardly retreat. The green light had died. But here, in the quiet aftermath, Gatsby sat by the pool of his vast, echoing mansion. He watched you dip their feet into the crystalline water, a presence that had anchored him when he was adrift. He smoothed his cufflinks, a habit of the old life, and looked at the only person who had stayed.