i. Write a paragraph in the style of F.Scott Fitzgerald– and using Fitzgerald’s style of narrator describe a location in New York that gave you a new understanding of the novel. Briefly say what this new understanding is.
Visiting The Plaza Hotel brought me new insight into the world that characters of “The Great Gatsby” were living in. The luxury and almost excessive wealth was extraordinary on the outside and inside. I wrote this scene in the style of F. Scott Fitzgerald with Nick narrating. The scene is set at The Plaza Hotel and can fit into the narrative where the characters actually visit The Plaza Hotel, however, it is more focused on the place and the world they were living in rather than the conflict that is occurring at this point in the novel.
Luxury to the point of excess. The Plaza hotel reflected East Egg like a mirror, a mirror with a shining gold frame. It stood grandly overlooking Central Park watching with an air of superiority, judging like Doctor T. J. Eckleburg though with rather different values.
Like everything else in Tom and Daisy’s life, it practically screamed money. An American castle! If those walls could talk imagine the stories that they would tell. Probably lies. They would exaggerate the smiles, the laughing, the happiness. We crowded at the entrance, blocking the doorway and trying to sort out a room. “We all talked at once to a baffled clerk and thought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny…” (120). Perhaps the walls were not the ones lying.
“Don’t you just love it, Nick?” Daisy laughed sweetly. Her golden hair gleamed in the bright lights of the magnificent chandelier. She looked up at the ceiling and twirled gracefully, the light falling gently on her charming smile. Gatsby watched on, utterly convinced of her perfection.
“It’s gorgeous” I replied. I wasn’t sure if I meant it but to suggest otherwise would be to imply some level of discomfort at the vast amount of wealth being wasted on a single building.
The clerk returned with complimentary drinks and a room key and directed us towards a white marble staircase with an intricate golden iron railing weaving upwards. Sipping the sparkling champagne I led us towards the stairs. At my side I watched as Gatsby offered Daisy his hand but she had moved just out of reach.
We reached our floor but Gatsby stood gazing upwards. “How high do you think it goes, old sport?”
“There are a few more floors but our view will be excellent from here,” I replied as I checked the fancy twisting gold numbers of the nearby doors searching for our room.
“But it would it be better from higher up” Gatsby stated, still staring upwards. I had the distinct feeling that no height would be high enough for Gatsby.
The room was as splendid as every other part of the outrageously extravagant hotel. An elaborate rug covered the floor space with pale blue velvet couches lining the room and a white table holding more drinks and fresh white lilies. Everything was lined with gold. The rug, the couch bases, the table legs, the frames, the stunning chandelier. We lay lazily upon the impossibly soft couches, waiting for what would unfold. Tom popped open another Champagne bottle, we watched as the truth came pouring out.
Booking.com The Plaza. The Plaza Hotel. Web. 6 Feb. 2019.
Fitzgerald, F. Scott. The Great Gatsby. New York: Scribner, 2004. Print.