The Great Gatsby
F. Scott Fitzgerald
So Gatsby and Nick go out to lunch in New York City, and Gatsby seems to start revealing himself to Nick, his past, where he grew up, stories of Oxford- PLEASE, all lies. I am not convinced, mostly because of Gatsby's obvious slip about his hometown, "And with this doubt, his whole statement fell to pieces, and I wondered if there wasn't something sinister about him, after all. 'What part of the Middle West?' I inquired casually. 'San Francisco.' 'I see'" (Fitzgerald, 65). Either Gatsby was simply mistaken of the actual location of his hometown, San Francisco, or he just performed an ill-prepared lie. The problem is with Gatsby is that when I look with Nick into his face for any signs of deception, we are returned with a sincere flash of emotion. I think he's probably so accustomed to lying to cover over a deep pain that he has been able to transfer the sadness of whatever he has struggled through to the lies and supposed truths of his history he feels like he should share with Nick. I'm interested to see how all of his stories fit together, especially because he has very convincing evidence of the stories he's told Nick, a metal from Montenegro, a picture of his cricket team at Oxford, all seems too convincing and well planned out.
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