http://www.publicbookshelf.com/fiction/great­gatsby/ Chap 8 Maddy­ Myrtle Aja­ Daisy/Random Person Eneid­ Nick Molly­ George Angel­ Catherine/Michaelis/Butler Barbara­ Gatsby Brendon­ Narrator Chap 9 Maddy­ Meyer Wolfsheim Aja­ Daisy/Mr. Kilpspringer/Jodan Eneid­ Nick Molly­ Mr. Gatz/ owl Eyes Angel­ butler Barbara­ Gatsby Brendon­ Narrator Mr. Wolfshiem­ Maddy Props Hat Wrench Sign with the eyes from the front of the book which will be hanging over us the whole time. Water gun with red food coloring? green light wine glasses (for the scene when Nick and Gatsby talk) Wine bottle letter from mr wolfshiem (just a self reminder) Blanket antique telephone Brief Summaries of each chap, major themes, takeaways, costumes, discussion for later Chap 8 Chap 8 ***Nick laying in bed, eyes wide open, twiddling his thumbs. act like you’re impatient*** Nick­​
“What is that noise?” ***He quickly jumps out of bed and paces back and forth, begins to get dressed. Looks out the window.*** Nick­ ​
“A taxi going up Gatsby’s drive?...I have to get out of here ­­ I have something to tell him...something to warn him about” ***Nick runs quickly over to Gatsby *** Nick­​
“Gatsby…” Gatsby­​
“Nothing. Happened...I waited, and about four o’clock she came to the window and stood there for a minute and then turned out the light” ***Nick gives a look of concern. *** ***Hands crossed behind their backs, they begin to walk through the empty house.*** ***They find seats across each other and pause***. Nick­​
“You ought to get away...It’s pretty certain they’ll trace your car.” Gatsby­​
“Go away ​
now​
, old sport?” Nick­ ​
“Go to Atlantic city or something...or up to Montreal for a week!” Gatsby­​
“Humph, I’m afraid I just can’t consider that, old sport. It’s just...Daisy. I can’t possibly leave until I know what she’s going to do. But never mind that...let me tell you a story about where my love for her began, old sport” ***Nick, with a deep inhale, nods and listens.*** Gatsby­ ​
“Where do I even begin? Many men loved Daisy. I couldn't blame them one bit; she was excitably desirable and the first “nice” girl I’ve ever known. I went to her house, at first with other officers from Camp Taylor, then alone. Gosh...her home ­­ what magnificence! There was a certain mystery about it...And a with an extraordinary woman to match. I can’t describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. I even hoped for a while that she’d throw me over, but she didn’t, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her … Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn’t care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?” Actors freeze Narrator Nick​
­ However glorious might be his future as Jay Gatsby, he was at present a penniless young man without a past, and at any moment, the invisible clock of his uniform might slip from his shoulders. He knew that Daisy was extraordinary but he didn’t realize just how extraordinary a “nice” girl could be. She vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby ­­ nothing. He felt married to her, that was all. He came back from France when Tom and Daisy were still on their wedding trip. Gatsby​
: I don't think she ever loved him. Of course she may have loved him for a minute when they were first married, and loved me even more then. =====================​
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Cut in scene ***Make it look like he’s on a train*** ​
Narrator Nick​
­ When I passed the ashheaps on the train that morning I had crossed deliberately to the other side. ***Nick is depressed, pinching and rubbing bridge of nose, looking into abyss *** Narrator Nick­ ​
Now I want to go back a little and tell what happened at the garage after we left there the night before… Cathrine, stupid with liquor and unable to understand that the ambulance had already gone to Flushing, fainted when they convinced her of this. A changing crowd lapped up against the front of the garage while george wilson rocked himself back and forth on the couch inside. *Catherine with liquor bottle, limping, reaching out says “Myrtle”, faints dramatically George is sitting down, angry, rocking back and forth, slamming his thigh with his fist Random Person outside of garage:​
*Glaces inside the mechanic's place to see George* “what a shame” and leaves George with Michaelis and the other men Narrator Nick:​
At about 3 o’clock Wilson's incoherent muttering changed he announced that he Had a way of finding out whom the yellow car belonged to. A couple of months ago his wife had come from the city with her face bruised and nose swollen ****George acting out him talking about who he thinks the car belongs to**** George:​
Oh, my god ​
*having an epiphany*​
Look in the drawer there” ****Michaelis takes out a dog leash**** George​
: I have a way of finding out Michaelis​
: You’re morbid George… This has been a strain to you and you don’t know what you’re saying. You’d better try and sit quiet till morning. George​
: He murdered her Michaelis​
: It was an accident, George. ***Wilson shook his head*** George​
: I know ​
*he said definitely*​
.. I‘m one of these trusting feelings and I don't think any harm to nobody.. but when I get to know a thing, I know it. It was the man in that car. She ran out to speak to him, and he wouldn't stop” Michaelis​
confused and curious “Who? ****Then he remembers he had seen this too*** George:​
I spoke to her ​
*he muttered*​
. ​
I told her she might fool me but she couldn’t fool God. *Walked to the window with his face pressed against it* ​
(Face the picture or whatever we have for Doctor T.J Eckleburg) God knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been doing. You may fool me, but you can’t fool God! God sees everything. Michaelis:​
That’s an advertisement!!​
! ***Michaelis assured him*** ***George and Michaelis Exit**** Narrator Nick​
: At 2 o’clock gatsby put on a bathing suit, left word with the butler that if anyone phoned word was to be brought to him at the pool. No telephone message arrived but the butler went without his sleep and waited for it until four o’clock­ until long after there was anyone to give it to if it came. I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn’t believe it would come and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about... Like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. ======================= **Enter Gatsby and Butler*​
*** (No Dialogue here Just Actions) ***Gatsby is in the pool on a mattress*** ***Butler leaves the phone outside and leaves.*** ***Enter George with a gun behind Gatsby**** ***George shoots Gatsby in the back and shoots himself.*** Narrator Nick​
: “...and the holocaust was complete” END OF CHAPTER 8 =============== Chapter 9: Time skip ahead two year into the future. Show sign. ***Gatsby lays dead, covered with flowers. Photographers are taking pictures*** Narrator Nick​
: I remember the rest of that day, and that night and the next day, only as an endless drill of police and photographers and newspaper men in and out of Gatsby’s front door. When Michaelis’s testimony at the inquest brought to light Wilson’s suspicion of his wife I thought the whole tale would be shortly served up in racy pasquinade ­ but Catherine, who might have said anything didn’t say a word. She swore her sister had never seen Gatsby, that her sister was completely happy with her husband, that her sister had been into no mischief whatever. But all this part seemed remote and unessential. I found myself on Gatsby’s side, and alone. ***Nick tries to call up Daisy but here and Tom aren’t home and he gets a housekeeper/maid on the phone instead*** Nick​
: “Left no address?” Housekeeper:​
“No” Nick​
: “Say when they’d be back?” Housekeeper:​
“No” Nick​
: “Any idea where they are? How I can reach them?” Housekeeper:​
“I don’t know. Can’t say.” ***Housekeeper leaves*** ***Nick now leaning over Gatsby***. Nick: “​
I’ll get somebody for you, Gatsby. Don’t worry. Just trust me and I’ll get somebody for you.” ****Nick Writes a letter to Mr. Wolfsheim and sends a butler to deliver it to him in New York*** Eneid Nick­ Mr. Wolfsheim voice (what the letter said): ​
Dear Mr. Carraway. This has been one of the most terrible shock of my life to me I hardly can believe it that it is true at all. I cannot come down now as I am tied up in some very important business. I hardly know where I am when I hear about a thing like this and am completely knocked down and out. Yours truly Meyer Worfsheim. ****Mr. Gatz arrives. Nick takes his coat and leads him into a room to sit down***. Mr. Gatz: “​
I saw it in the Chicago newspaper, It was all in the Chicago newspaper. I started right away.” Nick: “​
I didn’t know how to reach you.” Mr. Gatz:​
“He must have been mad. Where have they got Jimmy?” ****Nick leads Mr. Gatz to the room where Gatsby is laid out. Mr. Gatz sees Gatsby and when he comes out of the room he is slightly crying.*** Nick: “​
I didn’t know what you’d want, Mr. Gatsby ­” Mr. Gatz: youz Crying “​
Gatz is the name.” Nick:​
“ ­ Mr. Gatz. I thought you might want to take the body West.” Mr. Gatz:​
​
(shaking his head no) ​
“Jimmy always liked it better down East. He rose up to his position in the East. Were you a friend of my boy’s Mr. ­­?” Nick: “​
We were close friends.” Mr. Gatz: ​
“He had a big future before him, you know. He was a young man, but he had a lot of brainpower here. If he’d of lived, he’d of been a great man. Nick: “​
That’s true.” ****Skip to that night. When Nick gets a phone call from Mr. Klipspringer.*** Nick:​
“This is Mr. Carraway” Mr. Klipspringer: ​
“This is Klipspringer.” Nick: “​
The funeral’s tomorrow. Three o’clock, here at the house. Of course you’ll be here yourself.” Mr. Klipspringer: “​
Well, I’ll certainly try.” Nick: ​
“Wait a minute, How about saying you’ll come?” Mr. Klipspringer: ​
“Well, the truth of the matter is that I’m staying with some people up here in Greenwich, and they rather expect me to be with them tomorrow. In fact, there’s a sort of picnic or something. Of course I’ll do my very best to get away.” Nick: ​
“huh!” Mr. Klipspringer continues nervously Mr. Klipspringer: ​
“What I called up about was a pair of shoes I left here. I wonder if it’d be too much trouble to have the butler send them on. You see, they’re tennis shoes, and I’m sort of helpless without them. My address is care of B.F. ­­­” Actors Freeze Narrator Nick: ​
I hung up the receiver. I felt a certain shame for Gatsby ­ one gentleman to whom I telephoned implied that he had got what he deserved. However, that was my fault, for he was one of those who used to sneer most bitterly at Gatsby on the courage of Gatsby’s liquor, and I should have known better than to call him. The morning of the funeral I went up to New York to see Meyer Wolfshiem; I couldn't seem to reach him any other way. The door that I pushed open, on the advice of an elevator boy, was marked "The Swastika ( swa­STI­KA) Holding Company," and at first there didn't seem to be any one inside. ***Nick takes a look inside and then shouts in vein***. Nick: ​
Hello! Hello! Heeeellllllooooooo!!!!! Jewess:​
Nobody's in, Mr. Wolfshiem's gone to Chicago. **Whistle the rosary*** Nick:​
Please say that Mr. Carraway wants to see him." Jewess:​
"I can't get him back from Chicago, can I?" Mr. Wolfshiem:​
Stella! Jewess: (quickly says) ​
Leave your name on the desk… I'll give it to him when he gets back. Nick: ​
But I know he's there. ***She took a step toward him and began to slide her hands indignantly up and down her hips***. Jewess: ​
You young men think you can force your way in here any time, We're getting sick­an­tired of it. When I say he's in Chicago, he's in Chi​
ca​
go. Nick: ​
Gatsby. Jewess: ​
Oh­h Will you just­­What was your name? ***She vanished. In a moment Meyer Wolfshiem stood solemnly in the doorway, holding out both hands. He drew me into his office, remarking in a reverent voice that it was a sad time for all of us, and offered me a cigar.*** Mr. Wolfshiem:​
My memory goes back to when I first met him,A young major just out of the army and covered over with medals he got in the war. He was so hard up he had to keep on wearing his uniform because he couldn't buy some regular clothes. First time I saw him was when he come into Winebrenner's poolroom at Forty­third Street and asked for a job. He hadn't eat anything for a couple of days. 'Come on have some lunch with me,' I said. He ate more than four dollars' worth of food in half an hour. Nick:​
Did you start him in business? Mr. Wolfshiem: ​
Start him! I made him. I raised him up out of nothing, right out of the gutter. I saw right away he was a fine­appearing, gentlemanly young man, and when he told me he was an Oggsford I knew I could use him good. I got him to join up in the American Legion and he used to stand high there. Right off he did some work for a client of mine up to Albany. We were so thick like that in everything"­(held up two bulbous fingers­) always together. I wondered if this partnership had included the World's Series transaction in 1919. Nick:​
"Now he's dead," ***He left and returned the wallet and pulled from his pocket a ragged old copy of a book called "Hopalong Cassidy."*** Mr. Wolfshiem ​
Look here, this is a book he had when he was a boy. It just shows you. ***He opened it at the back cover and turned it around for me to see.*** ​
On the last fly­leaf was printed the word SCHEDULE, and the date September 12th, 1906. and underneath: Rise from bed ....................... 6.00 A.M. Dumbbell exercise and wall­scaling .. 6.15­6.30 " Study electricity, etc............... 7.15­8.15 " Work................................. 8.30­4.30 P.M. Baseball and sports.................. 4.30­5.00 " Practice elocution, poise and how to attain it 5.00­6.00 " Study needed inventions...............7.00­9.00 " GENERAL RESOLVES No wasting time at Shafters or {a name, indecipherable} No more smokeing or chewing Bath every other day Read one improving book or magazine per week Save $5.00 {crossed out} $3.00 per week Be better to parents "I come across this book by accident," said the old man. Mr. Wolfshiem: ​
It just shows you, don't it? Nick: ​
"It just shows you." Mr. Wolfshiem: ​
Jimmy was bound to get ahead. He always had some resolves like this or something. Do you notice what he's got about improving his mind? He was always great for that. He told me I get like a hog once, and I beat him for it. ****He was reluctant to close the book, reading each item aloud and then looking eagerly at me. I think he rather expected me to copy down the list for my own use.**** Narrator Nick: ​
A little before three the Lutheran minister arrived from Flushing, and I began to look involuntarily out the windows for other cars. So did Gatsby's father. About five o'clock our procession of three cars reached the cemetery and stopped in a thick drizzle beside the gate­first a motor hearse, horribly black and wet, then Mr. Gatz and the minister and I in the limousine, and a little later four or five servants and the postman from West Egg in Gatsby's station wagon, all wet to the skin. As we started through the gate into the cemetery I heard a car stop and then the sound of someone splashing after us over the soggy ground. I looked around. It was the man with owl­eyed glasses whom I had found marvelling over Gatsby's books in the library one night three months before. I'd never seen him since then. I don't know how he knew about the funeral, or even his name. The rain poured down his thick glasses, and he took them off and wiped them to see the protecting canvas unrolled from Gatsby's grave. I tried to think about Gatsby then for a moment, but he was already too far away, and I could only remember, without resentment, that Daisy hadn't sent a message or a flower. Dimly I heard someone murmur, Random Person Aja​
­ "Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on," Owl Eyed Man Molly­ ​
"Amen to that," in a brave voice. ***O​
wl eyed man molly and Nick ​
straggle down quickly through the rain to the cars.*** Owl Eyed Man Molly ­ ​
“I couldn’t get to the house, Nick :​
Neither could anybody else. Owl Eyed Man Molly :​
Go on! Why, my God! they used to go there by the hundreds.” ****Owl Eyed Man takes off his glasses and wipes them again,*** Owl Eyed Man Molly “The poor son­of­a­bitch.” Narrator Nick: ​
The thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that, a little solemn with the feel of those long winters. I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all — Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life. Even when the East excited me most, it had always for me a quality of distortion. West Egg, especially. After Gatsby’s death the East was haunted for me like that, distorted beyond my eyes’ power of correction. There was one thing to be done before I left, an awkward, unpleasant thing that perhaps had better have been let alone. But I wanted to leave things in order and not just trust that obliging and indifferent sea to sweep my refuse away. Transit
````ion into Nick’s convo with Jordan Baker ```````` Jordan​
: I’m engaged to another man. ***Nick acts surprised and then gets up to say goodbye.*** Jordan​
: “Nevertheless you did throw me over, You threw me over on the telephone. I don’t give a damn about you now, but it was a new experience for me, and I felt a little dizzy for a while.” ***They shake hands*** Jordan​
: Oh, and do you remember.­­­­­­­­” a conversation we had once about driving a car?” Nick:​
“Why — not exactly.” Jordan:​
“You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn’t I? I mean it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person. I thought it was your secret pride.” Nick:​
“I’m thirty, I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.” ***Jordan doesn’t answer, Nick angrily turns away*** ****Nick sees Tom Buchanan walking aggressively ahead of him on fifth ave**** ****Tom then sees Nick and walks towards him and holds out his hand.*** Tom:​
“What’s the matter, Nick? Do you object to shaking hands with me?” Nick:​
“Yes. You know what I think of you.” Tom​
: “You’re crazy, Nick, Crazy as hell. I don’t know what’s the matter with you.” Nick​
: “Tom, what did you say to Wilson that afternoon?” ****Tom doesn’t answer him. Nick starts to turn away but Tom grabs his arm.*** Tom​
: “I told him the truth, He came to the door while we were getting ready to leave, and when I sent down word that we weren’t in he tried to force his way up­stairs. He was crazy enough to kill me if I hadn’t told him who owned the car. His hand was on a revolver in his pocket every minute he was in the house —— What if I did tell him? That fellow had it coming to him. He threw dust into your eyes just like he did in Daisy’s, but he was a tough one. He ran over Myrtle like you’d run over a dog and never even stopped his car.” ...... And if you think I didn’t have my share of suffering — look here, when I went to give up that flat and saw that damn box of dog biscuits sitting there on the sideboard, I sat down and cried like a baby. By God it was awful ——” ****Nick shakes hands with Tom.***** Narrator Nick: ​
And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. ***Shine green light*** He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter­to­morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . and one fine morning ­­­ So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. END OF CHAPTER 9 =============== Discussion for chapter 8 1) Throughout this chapter, Nick identifies Gatsby’s attraction to Daisy mostly based around her clothes, beautiful house etc. Her wealth and privilege allure Gatsby. Does he really know the ​
true ​
Daisy? Or has the allure of her wealth trapped him? Gatsby has built up Daisy, fantasizing what would happen when they finally got together again – creating impossible expectations of her. He comes to believe this false version of her so when he does have a chance to speak to her every giggle, comment or action by her is mysterious and appealing. He does this as if he always knew her and she suddenly changed and acted strangely. ​
This however, is most likely a defense mechanism from the harsh reality that he does not want to face – she is not who he thinks she is​
. By giving Daisy a mysterious air, this helps him continue his feelings towards her. Daisy’s wealth always remains in the foreground of Gatsby’s feelings and memories of her because she left him for a rich man and Daisy told him that “rich girls don’t marry poor boys”. Daisy had a “voice full of money” – old money which to Gatsby was his new identity. If he didn't have her he wasn't who he was, he wasn't complete. Love is two people completing each other but Gatsby has distorted this definition by confusing love as the completion of ​
his own identity. 2) ​
How might of materialism gotten in the way of his hope for happiness and a motivation for lavish excessiveness and criminal activities? & How might Gatsby be used as a symbol of American culture during the 20’s? The American dream was originally about discovery, individualism, and the pursuit of happiness. In the 1920s depicted in the novel, however, easy money and relaxed social values have corrupted this dream, especially on the East Coast. The main plotline of the novel reflects this assessment, as Gatsby’s dream of loving Daisy is ruined by the difference in their respective social statuses, his resorting to crime to make enough money to impress her, and the rampant materialism that characterizes her lifestyle. need some questions about fitzgerald’s writing style, possibly? look at preface what fitzgerald wanted from book Do you think Fitzgerald chose to have Gatsby only be attracted to Daisy's materialistic items because Gatsby was once a nobody and he’s obsessed with the rich lifestyle? Or because during that time period, one fell in love through lavish parties, adventure, wealth and beauty and not one's personality? Discussion for Chapter 9 1) Directed to audience: What do you think of the word “time” or the idea of “time” itself? Was there any point in your life you wished to return back to some point in your life and change it? Time serves as a prevalent theme in The Great Gatsby. 2) a)What is the significance of the green light in The Great Gatsby? b) The significance of the last line “​
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past” a) Situated at the end of Daisy's East Egg dock and barely visible from Gatsby's West Egg lawn, the green light represents Gatsby's hopes and dreams for the future. Gatsby associates it with Daisy, and in Chapter 1 he reaches toward it in the darkness as a guiding light to lead him to his goal. b) These words conclude the novel and find Nick returning to the theme of the significance of the past to dreams of the future, here represented by the green light. He focuses on the struggle of human beings to achieve their goals by both transcending and re­creating the past. ​
Yet humans prove themselves unable to move beyond the past: in the metaphoric language used here, the current draws them backward as they row forward toward the green light.​
This past functions as the source of their ideas about the future (epitomized by Gatsby’s desire to re­create 1917 in his affair with Daisy) and they cannot escape it as they continue to struggle to transform their dreams into reality. While they never lose their optimism (“tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther . . .”), they expend all of their energy in pursuit of a goal that moves ever farther away. ​
This apt metaphor characterizes both Gatsby’s struggle and the American dream itself. Nick’s words register neither blind approval nor cynical disillusionment but rather the respectful melancholy that he ultimately brings to his study of Gatsby’s life. 3) Do you think religion played a role in this novel? What do you think the eyes of Dr. T.J Eckelberg represent? The eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg are a pair of fading, bespectacled eyes painted on an old advertising billboard over the valley of ashes. They may represent God staring down upon and judging American society as a moral wasteland, though the novel never makes this point explicitly. 4) In the preface of the novel, Fitzgerald declared “I want to write something ​
new​
­­ something extraordinary and beautiful and simple + intricately patterned” After reading The Great Gatsby, do you believe he accomplished this?