Uncovering It All

         In my last blog post, I talked about a few of my issues with "The Great Gatsby." When I wrote the piece, I only intended to leave it at that, but as I reach the beautiful end of the traumatizing story, I realize that my anger runs deeper than just hate for the white rich characters in the story. No, my main issue isn't with these people (although they are quite insufferable), but with the narrator, Nick Carraway. Yes, the main point of view is quite literally the most disgusting and loathed person in my book. In this post, I will list a few reasons on why I despise him so much, and why that anger led to my ultimate hatred of "The Great Gatsby."                  1.  He is actually such a bad narrator:      Genuinely, Nick's perspective annoys me so much in this story due to his unreliability as the narrator. He claims that he is an honest character, yet not even two chapters in, he sit...

        To the immense joy of my AP English teacher, my class has finally entered the "The Great Gatsby" era, where we talk about rich people, white people, and to no one's surprise, rich white people. In all honesty, I don't really understand the hype around the book. Sure, the book cover with the eyes is pretty, but I'm only two chapters in and already want to gauge my eyes out. The only fun thing about this otherwise sad, sad period is the fact that my teacher allows us to openly criticize and judge the characters in the story. Of course, it would be hard not  to judge the cast when all they do is break laws, be racist, and spend money like they have trees of it in their backyards. I mean, come on, you're seriously telling me two people in the 1920s spent over $1,200 in two days? In 2023, that's equivalent to $18,421.56! Over 18 freaking thousand dollars! Divided equally, that's a little more than $9,000 a day. I may not know a lot, but $9,000 dolla...