FC: The Journal of Jay Gatsby | A Collection of my memories from 1910 to 1922...
1: June 9th, 1910 It’s been quite some time since I have written a journal, or I guess a diary entry, like this. I remember that the last time I have written something like this was during my adolescent years when I would know nothing of this rotten society’s trouble. I think I was happy with who I was back then. Kids would jokingly call me “Jimmy the man.” But now, that is just the past. I will gladly throw away this wretched name of mine that wrenches of poverty and inferiority. My pride is too huge to swallow, for I will never work as a janitor to pay through god damned college. All of this education stuff is for those fancy people. Today, I strip myself of James Gatz and grant myself a new name that will cruise into a road of success with me: Jay Gatsby. Here I come. The American dream.
2: September 2nd, 1910 I tell you, Mr. Cody is a very good man. Never met someone in my life who cared so much about me and my success. Working for him is great. I believe I can move up the ladder very quickly. Without a doubt he is better than that lousy man who considers himself my father. The old man always used to tell me these stuck up things that no man would think about: “Whenever you fel like criticizing any one, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.” Bull. The rich deserve to rule the powerless. That’s the life here in America. I learned this from Mr. Cody. A hell of a mentor. He is this copper tycoon who has been making good money. I know that I can one day be as powerful as he is.
3: October 27th, 1913 Business is going more than great. And I finally have some respect from fellow workers who would have looked down upon me if I were in my college days. I am enjoying this youthful life. Everything is smooth sailing. All is great, except for this extremely distasteful cigar. I thought this was the real thing. The Cohiba. Or am I drowned in conceit? Whatever the case, I love my life. But it’s a shame that the economy is facing such a corruption. I thought Teddy was bad enough, but now his dumb, handpicked fat man Taft comes into office and makes things even worse. Good trust and bad trusts? Did such distinction exist? The rich and smart deserve wealth. Still, with all this corruption, it must be harsh for the poor people. But, too bad I’m not one of them now.
4: March 2nd, 1915 Nothing really significant happened that I felt compelled to archive in my collection of memories. However, I felt the urge to revisit my precious journal, for I have kept it lonely for two good years. Still, life is good and I have nothing too much to complain about. Although, there is one thing. I need a woman in my life. Yes, there are plenty of women in the local bars who love to have a good time, but I want someone upper class. The elite. But then again, I might be dreaming too big. I do, however, feel lonely.
5: February 1st, 1917 The saying “good things never last” seems painfully true to me. The government is requiring able men to enlist in the military for an ongoing war in Europe. Woodrow Wilson is a god damned liar. The man preached for neutrality, and now he has gotten us, Americans, involved as well. I should be happy to serve my country, but I do not want to leave Daisy. The good times we had together were too brief. Daisy will still be alive after the war. My concern is that she may find another man. I hope that this prediction will be wrong and Daisy stays faithful to me. This may be my last entry, for I may be killed in action during the war. If I have any last thing to say, I say to hell with this corrupted world.
6: July 13th, 1919 I am back from the treacherous war. The massacre was too horrible for anyone to see. It was the “war to end all wars.” My eyes have gotten so used to seeing corpse laying around the monumental battle field that it somewhat disturbs me to see living people walking around the busy streets of New York. But not all in my life are down hills. I found another great business field to pursue: bootlegging. The stupid American government has done it again. This time, they banned liquor. However, I am not a man bound by laws. I heard that bootlegging makes great money. If it means making money and getting Daisy back into my arms, it doesn’t matter what I do.
7: July 24th, 1922 I am now truly living the American dream to its fullest. I have set myself up a mansion in West Egg, Long Island. A nice guy named Nick Carraway rented a small house next to me. Turns out to be that he is Daisy’s cousin. I am thrilled. I cannot wait to see Daisy again. I do not care about the fact that she is now married to an established, wealthy man. I am a man of equal, if not better, caliber and the true love between us cannot be broken through meaningless marriage. Nick told me I can’t repeat the past. Can’t repeat the past you say? Why sure you can!