The Great Gatsby Analysis
Rationale:
The written task have written for part 4, will be based on The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. For this creative assignment I have rewritten a section of the novel from Gatsby’s point of view, instead of Nick’s. The section I have chosen comes from chapter 5. Gatsby and Daisy have not seen each other in years, and Gatsby has arranged to meet Daisy at Nick’s house. I have chosen to rewrite this scene because I believe that the way Gatsby is portrayed by Nick is very different from the way he actually felt. I have changed the scene itself a little, as the scene would have been too long to fit into this written task. Some of the sentences are the same as in the original. By doing so I have tried to stay as close to the story …show more content…
I have chosen this outcome because I think it fits best with what I have written.
Written task:
Today is the day. Today I will finally meet Daisy again. I haven’t slept at all last night. What if Daisy won’t like to see me. She’s married to that selfish jerk after all, that ‘Tom’. But she promised to wait, that last night, before I went to war. She promised. She’ll come back to me, I’m certain of it! But what if….
‘Ding… ding… …show more content…
She still loves me. I must tell her I want her. I must propose soon. I must make some wedding preparations. I must…
The silence lasted long. Eventually Nick walked into the room. I leaned against the mantelpiece, eyeing Nick.
Talk to her. Make her laugh. Laugh yourself. Do something.
The clock next to me trembled, and slowly started to tilt sideways. Some instinct decided for me to catch the clock. I replaced it with extreme precision, just so I could focus on something other than Daisy. I tried hard to stroll over to the couch and sit down casually, but my attempts failed miserably.
Silence
After another awkward pause, Nick brought us some tea and cupcakes.
You fool, say something. I must say something. This rendezvous is failing. She doesn’t love me at all. What if she thinks I’m a nothing? What if…
I started to talk. What I said didn’t matter. I only knew I didn’t want Daisy to leave without an impression of myself. Daisy talked back to me. In just a few minutes our conversation was blooming. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nick smile and leave. He returned in a wink of an eye. At least, so it felt. Apparently our chat had lasted almost three quarters of an
The written task have written for part 4, will be based on The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald. For this creative assignment I have rewritten a section of the novel from Gatsby’s point of view, instead of Nick’s. The section I have chosen comes from chapter 5. Gatsby and Daisy have not seen each other in years, and Gatsby has arranged to meet Daisy at Nick’s house. I have chosen to rewrite this scene because I believe that the way Gatsby is portrayed by Nick is very different from the way he actually felt. I have changed the scene itself a little, as the scene would have been too long to fit into this written task. Some of the sentences are the same as in the original. By doing so I have tried to stay as close to the story …show more content…
I have chosen this outcome because I think it fits best with what I have written.
Written task:
Today is the day. Today I will finally meet Daisy again. I haven’t slept at all last night. What if Daisy won’t like to see me. She’s married to that selfish jerk after all, that ‘Tom’. But she promised to wait, that last night, before I went to war. She promised. She’ll come back to me, I’m certain of it! But what if….
‘Ding… ding… …show more content…
She still loves me. I must tell her I want her. I must propose soon. I must make some wedding preparations. I must…
The silence lasted long. Eventually Nick walked into the room. I leaned against the mantelpiece, eyeing Nick.
Talk to her. Make her laugh. Laugh yourself. Do something.
The clock next to me trembled, and slowly started to tilt sideways. Some instinct decided for me to catch the clock. I replaced it with extreme precision, just so I could focus on something other than Daisy. I tried hard to stroll over to the couch and sit down casually, but my attempts failed miserably.
Silence
After another awkward pause, Nick brought us some tea and cupcakes.
You fool, say something. I must say something. This rendezvous is failing. She doesn’t love me at all. What if she thinks I’m a nothing? What if…
I started to talk. What I said didn’t matter. I only knew I didn’t want Daisy to leave without an impression of myself. Daisy talked back to me. In just a few minutes our conversation was blooming. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nick smile and leave. He returned in a wink of an eye. At least, so it felt. Apparently our chat had lasted almost three quarters of an