My American Studies students really liked F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, but that may have been because it was relatively short compared to Uncle Tom’s Cabin or The Grapes of Wrath, which we also read.
I’m fairly certain Trump never took American Studies and never read The Great Gatsby, although he may have seen the movie. The tone-deaf Trump threw a lavish Halloween “Gatsby” party, rumored to have cost over $3 million in taxpayer funds.
The book was published 100 years ago in 1925 during the “Jazz Age.” Wall Street was jumping. Morals were in flux. Jay Gatsby made some of his fortune working with the gambler who fixed the “Black Sox” World Series.
Just today I heard that two major league pitchers have been accused of fixing games. Gambling is rampant. Morals are in decline. We are in repeat mode. As Karl Marx wrote: “History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.” We are in the farce stage.
Let me end the way the book ends. Gatsby’s friend Nick Carraway, after finding Gatsby dead and floating in his pool, states: “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.”