Monologue Of The Great Gatsby

In the instance I told the news about the catastrophe to West Egg Village, it grew upon me that I was the only one to take on the responsibilities associated with Gatsby’s death, because no one else was interested. When I come to think of the events that surrounded Gatsby’s funeral, the first thing I remember is swarms of reporters, journalists, and gossipmongers descending on the mansion in the aftermath of the murder. Gatsby’s tempestuous excursions were emphasized by false rumors created a false perception of his identity… Feeling that Gatsby would not want to go through a funeral alone, I tried to find people to come to Gatsby’s funeral, but those who pretended to be his friends and attended all his extravagant parties every Saturday night refused to come. Even Gatsby’s partner Wolfsheim, with whom he had been involved in many illegal activities, didn’t want to attend the funeral.
Gatsby’s father came from Minnesota, bringing a self-improvement plan that Gatsby had written as a boy. He showed it to me and I could see that his pride in his son and his son’s possessions was continually increasing.
I was with Gatsby’s father, Mr. Gatz, and the minister; four or five servants and a postman from west Egg came, all wet to the skin. A man I had once seen in Gatsby’s library came later. People dreamt of becoming part of Gatsby’s fabulous wealth and used to come to his fashionable parties thrown every week at his mansion by the hundreds. These were many who took advantage of Gatsby’s hospitality. A firm-believer in the American dream of self-made success, Gatsby was surrounded by luxury, powerful men and beautiful women. He was of no interest to them now, why waste